Losing Home

The sky is falling.

The consequences of our actions are upon us. Rather than a minuscule piece of the sky falling on a chicken’s head, this is where the sky falls everywhere on everyone as our illusory idea of control is over. Thanks to our deep interconnectedness we find ourselves holding hands inside a barrel headed over the Niagara Falls in one final desperate free fall.

Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Billionaires are shooting rockets into space hoping to jettison themselves off our sadly malfunctioning planet in search of a more promising beginning elsewhere.

Sinkholes in the permafrost, glaciers sliding into watery oblivion, unprecedented heat waves creating kindling for hurricanes of fire, coral reefs drying into bone, animals disappearing, unsustainable living forcing mass migration, unbreathable air robbing us of breath, floodwaters rising with no ark in sight.

Children need a future where they can thrive. A promising place to cast their hopes and wishes into.

My daughter decides she will have no children because she knows.

Our sky is falling.