Winter Full Moon of Long Nights
Hmmm. You know you’re getting old when the sequels to movies, one’s you saw when they came out, are now getting passed by the actual dates.
The year we make contact. Indeed.
What will the next 10 years be like? On an equally geezerly note the end of this new decade, Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, will find me 72 years old. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve known people that were 72 but I wouldn’t let my daughter marry one. Of course, I don’t have a daughter, so that makes that easy.
My sense, my hope is, that in this coming decade, the teen years of this century, we will come to grips with climate change and in a way that will have a lasting, positive impact. We won’t have completed the Great Work, the movement to a benign human presence on the earth, but we will have made substantial strides.
Terrorism will decline as a front-burner issue, though it will remain with us, if for no other reason than the continuing disparity between rich and poor countries, disparities exacerbated over the next ten years by the continued growth of India and China.
The Millennium generation will push us further toward a race neutral or race positive world. It may be that we will develop the strength to see difference as a possibility for enrichment. Or, maybe not. I hope the tension begins to move in such a way that the fulcrum tips toward embracing pluralism.
At the end of this decade the grandkids will be ten years older: Ruthie 13 and Gabe 11. Yikes.
By the end of this decade I hope Kate and I have got this gardening thing well integrated into our lives.
I hope for, I want a move toward, as one foundation puts, “a more just, verdant and peaceful world.”
