September 21, 2017
How are you? I mean, really, how are you? I’d say I’m fine, but the truth is I’m trying not to lose it. Whether it’s a UN speech without regard for human lives, a major earthquake, a corrupt decision about public lands, or the fate of innocent Dreamers, it’s hard not to cry. I can only take so much of it before I look for comfort in a bucket of mint chocolate chip ice cream, or reruns of Seinfeld.
But then I think of my kids. And how I want to create a better world for them. How I need to be the change that I want to see.
I think of the mountains that have been here for millennia. The trees that have been here for 1,000+ years. All that they’ve seen, and all that they’ve experienced. Plus, tomorrow is the autumnal equinox, meaning that day and night are of approximately equal duration all over the planet. Whether you’re in Accra or Jakarta or San Francisco, you’ll be exposed to the same amount of daylight and enjoy the same amount of darkness. Isn’t that a cool thing to think about?
Last weekend I spent many hours at the top of Mount Umunhum (pronounced um-un-um). The top of this mountain located to the west of San Jose, CA is now open to the public for, essentially, the first time since the Gold Rush. Throughout the opening ceremonies there was acknowledgement and respect for the Amah Mutsun and Ohlone tribes, for the military men and women who served there, for the plants and animals, and for the ground upon which all of us walked. Speeches by leaders of many kinds, plaques, signs, and event programs all acknowledged the past, present, and future of the mountain. And it all felt so balanced, peaceful, and hopeful.
There is hope if we look for it.
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