Quietly Showing Up
(This post follows Blog 2: The Sugar Maple and the Long Now , where I reflected on legacy and planting for futures we might never see.) Let’s be honest. Most of us aren’t Gandhi or MLK. We’re not standing in front of bulldozers or organizing mass movements. We’re not flying across the country to protest. We’re not going to make the news. We’re definitely not going to trend. We’ve got jobs. We’ve got kids. We’ve got a leaking tap and a back that hurts. Some days, we barely have time to care — and yet we do. Quietly. Deeply. Sometimes with a little guilt. I’ve lived in that in-between place. Not passive, not unaware. Just unsure what to do with what I knew. So I started small. I stopped mowing most of our back field. I built a few bluebird houses. I planted a butterfly garden with seeds I found online. Not because I thought it would change the world, but because it felt like movement in the right direction. The neighbors noticed. Around here, the lawn is a badge of honor. I didn’t al...
