Struggling against the quicksand

Norwegian summer midnight

Norwegian summer midnight

VBI has been quiet for over a week now— no surprise to my faithful readers.

I could say I’ve busy with the holidays, my daughter’s wedding plans, the necessity of tackling various to-dos that could no longer be postponed, making and keeping unpleasant but unavoidable appointments— I could say that’s why I haven’t written. I could think up many more reasons/excuses, some more valid than others.

Depression has many guises. At first, these pretexts are plausible and convincing,  but as time grinds on and accomplishments become fewer and fewer, a sense of inevitability stifles the imagination and cripples attempts at forward movement. The result is a vicious cycle: the less you do, the more depressed you become; the more depressed, the less you do.

Unless, that is, something breaks the cycle, and you manage to accomplish something, no matter how small. That small accomplishment can strengthen the will to do something more, which in turn makes you feel a little less depressed, a little more motivated. This dynamic, once it gets going, becomes a positive feedback loop. So that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m posting this, trying to build a doorway back to the sunlit world.

I need to write. In preparation, I’ve been reading (necessary, but can evolve into procrastination) about politics and the deathless debt ceiling and, even more depressing than the dysfunction in Washington, the global warming crisis. I’ve read about the melting polar ice caps  and glaciers and their impact on ocean currents and planetary weather that result in climate change.

I’ve read about extreme weather events— superstorms like Sandy, killer typhoons in the Philippines, suffocating drought in the Midwest, monsoons and lethal floods in Pakistan and epic heat waves in Australia. I’ve learned how climate and related changes affect humans, animals, plant and marine life. I’ve also traced the incestuous and mutually profitable relationships between the fossil fuel industries and the politicians who take their money and do their bidding.

I’d like to write about Australia because I have friends who live there, on the continent which has been called “the petrie dish of climate change” that is “right in the cross hairs of global warming.” They are experiencing first-hand the record-breaking heat and the wildfires that blazed across the front pages of both the New York Times and the Wall St. Journal this week.

The exceptional life story of Dr. Rita Levi-Montalcini, the Italian Nobel-Prize winner who died a few weeks ago at age 103, is one I’d like to tell. The portrayal of women in Lincoln, the movie, is another worthy story.

Okay— now I’ve written something. The congealed juices are stirring from their torpor. Next, a real blog post.

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