Your next article in this vein could be on the climate anxiety we all have now. The quiet despair as we watch politicians continue to do nothing; continue to think short term While the parents look at their kids from across the room and whisper to each other, « what have we done, bringing him into this? »
I don’t know if you were ever a Joss Whedpn fan, and I know he’s turned out to be so disappointingly problematic but this essay reminded me of the Serenity theme song, which is such a lament and an attempt to keep something hopeful after almost total loss:
“Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care.
I’m still free.
They can’t take the sky from me.”
As I read this I thought, they’ve taken that too. And I had to just sit here and bawl.
I don't know when it was that I realized that my worst fears were overtaking my strongest hopes, but I've been struggling really hard ever since. I still have faith, yes, but my anxiety sometimes feels more like desperation when I think about what my family--and everybody's family--will have to face in the future if things don't change drastically. There are bright spots though, and many people who do care and are making a difference. You are one of those shining stars, and I'm grateful for you.
To me this feels so real--the thrum of low panic, the recognition of connection across distances, the need to be underground, the way that smoke finds us, the way that people find us. I love how your threads return, sewing in and out of what seem like simple observations but are MEG observations--and become something so much more vivid. 💜
I continue to love your writing, Meg: artistic + moving + about urgent modern issues. Thank you for this. (Also, you speak of us being a community: I had been wondering where you were and if everything was ok in your world because I felt like you hadn’t written in awhile! Not in an upset way but in a wondering about a friend way. Internet connections are pretty amazing).
Thank you for this - just a beautiful and moving essay. So many things are being burnt to the ground, both physically - forests, homes - and metaphorically - Twitter, Reddit - all in the name of economic gain.
Thank you for continuing to write and build community.
Oh Meg, this piece was breathtaking as always. The way you write about your children and being a mother makes motherhood in this world feel possible to me.
Sorry everyone, comments were off! But they're back!
Your next article in this vein could be on the climate anxiety we all have now. The quiet despair as we watch politicians continue to do nothing; continue to think short term While the parents look at their kids from across the room and whisper to each other, « what have we done, bringing him into this? »
I don’t know if you were ever a Joss Whedpn fan, and I know he’s turned out to be so disappointingly problematic but this essay reminded me of the Serenity theme song, which is such a lament and an attempt to keep something hopeful after almost total loss:
“Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care.
I’m still free.
They can’t take the sky from me.”
As I read this I thought, they’ve taken that too. And I had to just sit here and bawl.
Sorry this comment is not more uplifting.
I don't know when it was that I realized that my worst fears were overtaking my strongest hopes, but I've been struggling really hard ever since. I still have faith, yes, but my anxiety sometimes feels more like desperation when I think about what my family--and everybody's family--will have to face in the future if things don't change drastically. There are bright spots though, and many people who do care and are making a difference. You are one of those shining stars, and I'm grateful for you.
To me this feels so real--the thrum of low panic, the recognition of connection across distances, the need to be underground, the way that smoke finds us, the way that people find us. I love how your threads return, sewing in and out of what seem like simple observations but are MEG observations--and become something so much more vivid. 💜
I continue to love your writing, Meg: artistic + moving + about urgent modern issues. Thank you for this. (Also, you speak of us being a community: I had been wondering where you were and if everything was ok in your world because I felt like you hadn’t written in awhile! Not in an upset way but in a wondering about a friend way. Internet connections are pretty amazing).
Thank you for this - just a beautiful and moving essay. So many things are being burnt to the ground, both physically - forests, homes - and metaphorically - Twitter, Reddit - all in the name of economic gain.
Thank you for continuing to write and build community.
Oh Meg, this piece was breathtaking as always. The way you write about your children and being a mother makes motherhood in this world feel possible to me.
I am forever in need of writing that makes me feel not-crazy for noticing that the empires are crumbling. Thank you so much for this incredible piece.