![]() ![]() Until then, I look outside my window and wonder: how did we get here? And when will we come together to realize, our future depends upon a mindful way of life – simpler, slower, and showing up for what matters most (with compassion for all living things). I wonder what the risks are – for summer plans, for my daughter’s someday daughters, and my fellow species fighting for survival during these ever-tumultuous times. The journalism reports cannot specify when hardest hit regions like Pennsylvania, New York, and Virginia will see reprieve in air quality. The carriage of smoke from thousands of miles north, passing – literally – through us. With her prompt, while I didn’t taste anything, the smell was palpable. ![]() Today, I slipped back outside, walking with my daughter to the bus stop. My relationship to nature oscillates between awe, guilt, interconnection, and inspiration. But usually it adds lightness to my being. At times, it catches my own spouse off guard. ![]() If you hang around my platform or know me well, I have an inseparable relationship with nature. We are in the middle of an unknown length of air-quality risk in Pennsylvania due to wildfires in Canada. ![]() My daughter and I were taken aback, glued to the haze and hue of the sun. This was the view from the inside looking outward, last evening. ![]()
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