A Group of Mammoths Walk Into the University Club

Spring                                                            Bee Hiving Moon

The Woollies met at the University Club in St. Paul, a fine location with a quiet room, attentive service and lots of laughter.

We marveled at Tom’s fingers wriggling out beyond the stylish black cast that immobilized his recently operated thumb and his dexterity in grasping with no opposable thumb. We heard Bill talk about his numbness in his left shoulder, the moments just after he woke up at 4 am and his quiet acceptance that this was o.k. Except instead of dying he went back to sleep. Of course, we don’t know the number of people who do the same thing and then die. In Bill’s case a number of tests ensued and he learned he’s quite healthy with the exception of some calcium in his high vertebrae.

We discussed Frank’s ongoing recovery from his back surgery yesterday.  Pain manageable and up and walking today or tomorrow.

The retreat brought up a lively discussion, as always.  We settled on a topic/theme, What is your walk? This inspired by Tom’s reflections on a book he’s currently reading on the philosophy of walking. The retreat will involve excursions to Red Wing, possibly to Wabasha and hiking in the area around the Frontenac Retreat Center where we will stay.

Warren spoke about an adjustment to retirement that he’s been making. And we all helped him. Ha.

It was a lively, engaging evening. One interesting discussion came up about the issue of cooking for one. Bill raised it. Charlie suggested making something really tasty in a crockpot, or something else and then eating off it for three or four days. We looked at the idea of a meal and how a meal may involve at least two people. Otherwise you’re just eating. This is a matter widowers and singletons know intimately.

We went out to a clear night, stars bright and a cool breeze. An excellent Minnesota evening.

 

Oh, My.

Spring                                                                   Bee Hiving Moon

What happened here, this post-easter, post-christian rush of words

The heart does not know itself too well, at least not in words and ideas, especially ideas strung together with a rationale intruding its way among them. As the mind opens itself to the heart’s song, it speaks and in speaking, filters. The filters are syntax, available images, understood and misunderstood concepts, personal and collective history, not as it happened, but as it is remembered. This is the only way the heart can speak its intent, though of course hardly the only way it can show it.

So when the words splash down on paper, or the bits coalesce in the form of letters and words on a computer screen, they are messengers from a kingdom foreign to this culture. Which is not to say that this culture of words and thoughts will necessarily be untrue to the heart, only that this culture is in effect a translation from another form of communication.

It also means that the words and ideas struggle in the mind of the writer, trying on this outfit and then another, wanting to look right, give the true appearance, in clothes authentic to the moment. And, since this is translation, the heart’s voice can surprise the translator, in fact often surprises him. Did my heart really have this frank a brush off of the resurrection? Yes, as it turns out, it did. And had had it for awhile. Just waiting for the right season.

What I’m saying, what we’re saying here, my mind and heart working together, is that most often I have no idea what will be on the page when I begin. Why? Because what you see is an act of translation, of two intimate partners working hard to understand and inflect each other, then create a sentence, a paragraph that gives it all away to any who might happen on it. And I almost never know where that process will take me.

Not Hope, Grief and Agency

Spring                                                                    Bee Hiving Moon

Wanted to say a bit about Paul Kingsnorth, the environmental activist who has given up on activism. If you want to read the NYT article about him, follow the link.

You might be tempted to dismiss his analysis, or you might not want to hear what he’s saying and deny it. But from what I learned in the climate change course recently completed he’s right in an important sense.

The goal identified at Copenhagen is to limit warming to 2 degrees centigrade or between 3.6 and 4 degrees Fahrenheit.* This amount of warming is baked in already.  That is, we’ve already loaded enough CO2 into the atmosphere to ensure it. So, the Copenhagen goal will be exceeded.  The question at issue now is by how much.  See below for a definition of RCP.**

The year to pay attention to is 2050.  That’s the year that the pathways begin to diverge, representing the amount of emissions in that year. RCP2.6 assumes a successful reduction in emissions worldwide of 80% by 2050 and 100% by 2100. This can be done. There are several different pathways that get us there. The problem is the politics of carbon emission control.

Most of the lecturers in the climate change course thought this was not going to happen. That puts us into the range of RCP4.5 to RCP8.5.  4.5C=8F and 8.5C=15.3F. I don’t agree with Kingsnorth’s word ecocide because the plant and animal world will adjust to all of these temperature ranges.  Yes, many species will not be able to adapt, but many will.

Still, and I think this is where Kingsnorth is right, the world as we know it is beyond saving. We will have to adapt and adjust to a dramatically changed reality, a new climate reality that may cause the death of billions of people from starvation, dehydration or heat exhaustion.

I also believe he’s right in saying that we need to accept dramatic change as inevitable and that we need to grieve the loss of our familiar world. Only in grieving will we touch the new reality.

Here’s where I think he’s wrong. There is still time and there are workable strategies that can limit the magnitude of the changes we face. With no action, the up ramp of CO2 that continues to pump into the atmosphere will ensure the RCP8.5 scenario.  Somehow we must combine working through our grief over a lost world that may seem like paradise in another 100 years with our determination to moderate the degree of change as much as possible.

If we stick to the 2C goal of Copenhagen, the world will see failure and failure cuts the nerve of political agency. We need to accept that goal as simply wrong and work now to do what’s possible. The future demands that we do everything we can, only much later will we know how well we did.

 

 

 

*”Fahrenheit (symbol°F) is a temperature scale based on one proposed in 1724 by the physicist Daniel Gabriel Fahrenheit (1686–1736)”… wiki.  Just occurred to me that I didn’t know the origin of the word.

** Representative Concentration Pathways (RCPs) are four greenhouse gasconcentration (not emissions) trajectories adopted by the IPCC for its fifth Assessment Report (AR5).[1]

The pathways are used for climate modeling and research. They describe four possible climate futures, all of which are considered possible depending on how much greenhouse gases are emitted in the years to come. The four RCPs, RCP2.6, RCP4.5, RCP6, and RCP8.5, are named after a possible range of radiative forcing values in the year 2100 relative to pre-industrial values (+2.6, +4.5, +6.0, and +8.5 W/m2, respectively).[2]

Significant People Update

Spring                                                                                 Bee Hiving Moon

Update on the unusual spate of hospitalizations I noted a couple of weeks ago.Gabe at 6

Woollies recovering:  Tom, thumb.  Frank, back. Bill’s good after his day of needles and scans. Granddaughter Ruth who smashed her foot under a teeter-totter, mending.

Today is Grandson Gabe’s 6th birthday.  He’s an earthday kid. We’re going to see him for his birthday party which is this Saturday. I’m looking forward to traveling with Kate.