​“You always want to make things pretty,” he says to me as I snap a Lego flower onto the table. 
 
He’s remodeling Hogwarts castle into a cafe.  The boxy little people hold their coffee cups and eat their croissants on benches.  I’m combing through a pile of plastic bricks for the rare Lego food item. 
 
“You’re right,” I reply. I hand him a tiny neon-colored bottle I find.  “Maybe this can be something special for them to drink.”
 
“No, that’s toxic waste.” 
 
“Oh.”  I go into the kitchen to make our breakfast and return to find the tables turned over, my flowers uprooted, the café overrun by men holding a vast array of firearms. "What happened?"
 
“A terrorist group has taken over. And now the SWAT team is coming in.” 
 
I think: Lego can manufacture fifty kinds of weapon to wield, but only croissants for them to eat... 
 
I think:  Ten years of shielding him from video games and violent movies, toy guns, the news…
 
I think:  Is it him?  Is it me?  Is it gender, society, species?   Is it adaptive, constructive?   Is it my fault...
 
But I have learned to bite my tongue, smooth out a disapproving brow. I have learned to simply watch and let him play.  
 
The SWAT team rescues the hostages, unceremoniously kills the terrorists.  There are many casualties. I return to the kitchen to wash the dishes. 
 
When I come back, the café is restored.  The SWAT team has apparently cleaned up the mess and taken the guns with them.  He shows me a Lego man who’s on his knees and holding flowers out to the waitress.  “He’s proposing to her.” 
 
“Oh. What’s her answer going to be?”
 
“Probably no.   But look,” he says pointing to a police officer sitting at a table next to the Star Wars character Finn.  
 
Finn is black. The officer beside him is white, as nearly all Lego police are out of the box.  My son has positioned the croissant between them. “They’re sharing it.”
 
Several hours later we color in posters for the local protest. 
​Mine says “Act Against Racism.”  
​His: “JUSTICE!” 

Keeping Quiet
            Pablo Neruda
 
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

After nearly a decade of accumulating frequent flyer miles on credit cards, we finally did it. We  saved up enough miles to travel overseas.  We chose a country with exquisite landscapes and timed the dream trip to correspond with my fiftieth birthday. 
 
And then I began reading about the impact of air travel on climate change.  I discovered that, of the many carbon-producing personal lifestyle choices, plane flight has one of the biggest footprints by far. 
 
Avoiding just one transatlantic roundtrip flight has more carbon-reducing benefit than buying green energy, replacing a typical car with a hybrid, switching to a plant-based diet, or being fastidious with washing clothes in cold water and hanging them out to dry, recycling, or upgrading every single light bulb (according to a 2017 Lund University meta-analysis of 39 peer-reviewed articles). Only living car-free or having one fewer child demonstrated greater carbon-reducing impact!
 
Forgo the trip? 
 
This is where the environmentalist rubber hits the road – when personal sacrifice is involved.  I must confess, I felt conflicted about completely abandoning this trip of a lifetime.  Perhaps there was a way to travel and be environmentally responsible at the same time.    
 
A little on-line research revealed that carbon offsetting is available not only for corporate and  governmental entities, but also for individuals who want to purchase carbon credits. A credit = “a financial unit of measurement that represents the removal of 2,205 lbs of carbon from the atmosphere.” This involves investing money in carbon-verified projects that help sequester carbon from the atmosphere, offsetting the emissions from my plane flight. 

I found Cool Effect, a non-profit that provides an online platform, a type of Crowdfunding, for such carbon offsetting. They offer a calculator that helps you determine how much to donate to compensate for your travel, as well as a range of international projects to invest in that serve “climate, community and biodiversity.” 
 
Granted, it’s better to not step on a plane at all. But, short of cessation, we can take the constructive steps of reducing personal long distance travel and purchasing carbon credits. There are reasons other than a pandemic for us to reevaluate our relationship with flying.  
​

I used to answer this question by saying that, if I won millions of dollars, I’d finance Green World USA – a mythical retail store in which every piece of merchandise sold would be thoroughly vetted through the most rigorous environmental certification processes. Its stock would consist of clothing and household items made from local, organic, sustainably sourced materials produced by fair trade, family-owned businesses.

​This fantasy entailed mobilizing consumerism to create an enlightened economy, one that enabled a more conscious and caring coexistence with the planet.  
 
Back to reality. I have not won the lottery, nor has the Green market developed to the extent it needs to in order to mitigate depletion of natural resources and climate change trajectories. I have recently learned of how the clothing industry is responsible for some of the worst pollution. The production of synthetic fibers and textile dyes, for example, contributes to the poisoning of the water, soil and air.
 
At a personal level, I am committed to changing my retail habits.   I have always loved fashion and have tried to purchase second-hand clothing as one way to not foster the “fast fashion” industry. For this blog, I scanned the web to see what was out there that might meet my fairytale Green World USA standards.  I decided to start simply – researching underwear.
 
It was heartening to find that a number of online retailers do exist who sell, shall we say, eco lingerie. The selection decreases if you select for those located within the US, and those with fair trade certification. If you screen out those who price their panties at the cost of a kitchen appliance or higher, fewer options remain. But there are options.   
 
I ordered several items from BGreen and look forward to their arrival.  Wearing a pair of earth-friendly underwear may fall far short of a Green World USA lottery vision, but it’s a start. Like casting a ballot on election day, each individual vote adds up. 

​We were surrounded on all sides by a small scotch broom forest. Our mission: to uproot it.  
 
A volunteer in his seventies shares with us how he has been coming to these monthly service projects, sponsored by the regional Recreation and Parks Department, for decades.  Over that time, he has contributed to the removal of some fifteen square miles of the invasive plant, reducing fire danger in the dry hills of northern California. 
 
The ranger, too, speaks of her commitment to replenishing drought-resistant ground cover and biodiversity for endangered species. A botanist, she educates us about the buckwheat and green rush seedlings that we are to plant on this hillside boarding Highway One and the Bolinas lagoon. 
 
To be honest, I am simultaneously impressed and a bit doubtful.  My hands are nearly shredded from hours of weeding, with very little clearage to show for it. Collectively, our small group estimates plucking over 300 individual plants.  The ranger assures me that it does add up and goes on to tell us about the indigenous frogs that have been able re-occupy the marsh due to volunteer efforts like ours. 

Ever feel positioned in the middle of a tug ‘o war, with one side (perhaps your mind) pulling you toward action, and the other side (the heart?) pulling you toward despair?  
 
It’s hard to stay in the middle, assuming a “both…and” stance toward the environment that gives permission for engaging both in action and feeling despair. Yet both sides are equally true and symptomatic of the current climate crisis. 
 
In an attempt to de-polarize these seemingly opposing forces, we recently held a community gathering that honored them both.  The event consisted of a grief-circle and a letter-writing campaign. 
 
The circle offered information about the dire global warming trajectories and gave people time to share their reactions.  Needless to say, the tissue box was passed around. 

​The wind blew sand into our faces, made us run after the paper and plastic we were trying to collect with our crab-like pincher-picker-uppers. Exhilarating!
 
My son and I were participating in a beach event, sponsored by Surfrider and Children 4 Change – a local non-profit youth empowerment organization.   Children 4 Change invites children and their families to volunteer in positive activities that help make a better world, such as assisting those in need at food banks or homeless shelters or the humane society.  Our action involved cleaning the San Francisco shoreline of its trash. 
 
 The effort involved was minimal: after overcoming the initial Sunday morning feet-dragging, the action entailed a forty-minute commute there and back, and a hour or so of beach work (3 hours total). The event sponsors provided all necessary equipment.  
 
The benefits of doing the action far exceeded the output involved. In addition to creating a cleaner beach, we enjoyed spending time outside on a beautiful coast with others, experiencing the elements of sun, wind and water. The sport of who could fill up their bucket first kept us competitively scanning the sands, collecting bottles and beach toys, wrappers and cans, and, sadly, needles. So many environmental actions involve slow incremental change. But the impact of ridding a beach of its trash is immediate and visible and quite satisfying.  
 
Without a doubt, it was a productive and fun morning that positioned us nicely for an afternoon spent munching chips and guacamole, watching our team play, and alas lose, in the Superbowl.

I had been stuck for years as an aspiring (aka, unsuccessful) vegetarian. In my twenties and early thirties, the addiction to meat kept me from walking the path my moral compass set before me.  Simply “knowing better” wasn’t enough when faced with a menu or standing at the deli section of the grocery store. 
 
Frustrated with my lack of follow-through, I finally took drastic measures and exposed myself to food industry photographs that graphically documented the fate of cows, pigs, chickens, sheep and other animals on factory farms. I can never dislodge those images from my brain nor the heartache that arises when they occasionally still pass through my mind. But my behavior changed immediately and permanently, or at least for over ten years now and running. 
 
The one missing piece to the story is the fish, how they slipped right through my watery vegetarian resolve.  I can’t remember the rationale at the time – whether I considered them lesser conscious beings or just needed to have something with protein to eat.  But continue to eat them, I did.

One can never truly know what impact their actions may have on other people or on the future.  
 
I realized this recently when out hiking with a friend.  I happened to be in a sad mood that morning, feeling demoralized about the climate crisis and ineffectual in addressing it. 
 
“But you’ve already helped me,” said my friend, who proceeded to remind me of a lunchtime talk I gave fifteen years ago to colleagues at the medical center where we worked. At the time, I was a volunteer member of an environmental non-profit that sponsored different monthly actions.  The slideshow talk I gave was part of an educational action on the harms of plastics – single-use plastic bags, plastic water bottles, etc. 
 
“Ever since then I completely changed the way I live,” she said. “I make sure to always use tins instead of disposable take out containers. I don’t buy as many foods packaged in plastic.” She went on to describe a number of other lifestyle changes she’s made on behalf of the earth, all apparently initiated as a result of attending that lunchtime presentation.  I almost cried.   
 
Just when you’re ready to throw in the towel, assuming your efforts to be but a tiny inept drop in a large plastic-filled ocean, there comes along some evidence to the contrary.  What we do does matter, even if it’s making a difference for just one person.  I think of all the plastic kept out of the landfill as a result of my friend’s conscious behavior over these years. 
 
And now she was re-inspiring me, as I had first inspired her.  I decided to clean up my plastic use, which, I’m embarrassed to say, had snuck back under the radar during the past decade, while at the altar of the consumerist deities of Comfort and Convenience.  
 
So here’s what I did as a small start: rather than continue to purchase and throw away (albeit, recycle) large plastic containers of dish soap and shampoo, I brought the empty containers to the local grocery store and refilled them from the bulk section. The quality and price of the product was comparable to buying the items in new containers. 

The title above comes from a line in the recent movie Frozen 2. I’m not embarrassed to say that I saw it, twice. Cartoons often provide important social commentary (and they’re pretty to look at).                              
Here’s the relevant plot point:  

The main character Anna is in a dark hole, literally and metaphorically. She’s faced with despair as she watches her world’s magic die and confronts the likely ruin of her kingdom and those she loves.  The impending disaster comes as a result of her ancestor’s misdeeds – toward people of the forest and toward the earth itself.  The elements of the planet are now wreaking havoc and require amends to be made. 
 
Indeed.   How to proceed forward when hope no longer serves as an operating system? What motivates us when it might be too late for our actions to even be corrective?  
 
Anna decides to "just do the next right thing,” and you can watch how the movie develops.  In real life, however, doing the next right thing does not necessarily lead to happily-ever-after.  There are no formulas or guarantees in terms of outcome.  
 
So, why do the next right thing if we don’t know it’ll make a difference?   
 
Well, why not?  What else am I going to do with my time – continue on in denial, complicate matters, behave in a way that erodes my integrity? Even if doing the next right thing has no outward effect at all, it may have an inward one. And, at least, it’s not making the situation worse. 
 
Which leads me to another action taken in preparation for this Blog entry. Years ago, my family switched from the local utility, PG&E, to a supplier of more sustainable sources of electricity (solar, wind, etc.).  But, after a while, something happened and we ended up being switched back. We intended to correct that and stay with the sustainable supplier, but, alas, for the usual reasons (procrastination, being busy, yadda yadda yadda), we never did follow-up.  
 
Here’s what it took to complete this: 1) going on-line to see the options for switching (15min), 2) finding PG&E paperwork with our account info on it (5 min), 3) calling PG&E and making the request (7 min), 4) being directed to another department and calling them to finalize the switch (10 min).   
 
Thirty seven minutes later, the sun revealed itself from behind the coal-fueled cloud that had been hanging over our heads - its yellow face eager as always to warm us and power our home.