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I'm reading Jane Goodall's book Harvest for Hope right now. It's funny how you can know things, but still be horrified anew when you read them in plain [insert your language here] and still be moved to tears, to frustration, to anger, to action all over again. I'm still in the first half of the book--the half that discusses the atrocities we've committed against animals, the environment, ourselves and I have a hard time following my usual reading pattern of devour-it-as-quickly-as-possible because I really just have a hard time stomaching the facts all condensed together like that. I can only read so much and then have to stop and digest it, let it settle before I can take more in. It's maddening; it just seems like so much damage to try and correct, you know? So many minds to change, so many changes to make, so very much to try and fix and so much that can really not ever be fixed now.
I remember when I watched An Inconvenient Truth, how I bawled through more than half the movie feeling mostly the same things and thinking what the fuck good does it do that my family does all these things to ensure we leave as small a footprint as possible when there is so much damage already...but then by the end of the movie, I felt that the things that we were doing were worthwhile, could make a difference and I had hope.
I really hope the second half of this book I'm reading now leaves me feeling the same way...meanwhile I can't help but be extra conscious of every single food item that is coming into my house and my body and my children's bodies with a level of attention that I'll admit had waned a bit. Refocusing now.
I remember when I watched An Inconvenient Truth, how I bawled through more than half the movie feeling mostly the same things and thinking what the fuck good does it do that my family does all these things to ensure we leave as small a footprint as possible when there is so much damage already...but then by the end of the movie, I felt that the things that we were doing were worthwhile, could make a difference and I had hope.
I really hope the second half of this book I'm reading now leaves me feeling the same way...meanwhile I can't help but be extra conscious of every single food item that is coming into my house and my body and my children's bodies with a level of attention that I'll admit had waned a bit. Refocusing now.