I'm sitting inside a giant piece of metal and plastic hurdling through the sky to visit a distant and exotic land. I hope the pilot has had more sleep than I have. Times in my life have been more meditative. I don't sit and meditate every morning these days. Turbulence rattles the wings outside like a floppy plastic toy. Flying on the big taxi to India is a 5 hour trip to Newark plus a 14 hour trip to Delhi.
I love how the wings are aligned with the horizon and the wing tip tones match the sky and the clouds. The clouds above blend into the water below as if there is an active process of transition between aqueous and gaseous forms occurring. We've just traversed some body of water I can only assume to be a great lake.. As if all lakes are not great, but anyway.
Gazing below at the patches of red, beige, and various shades of green, seams dotted with cars, the land shaped like the "crazy quilts" they make in fabric shops and display at quilt festivals. These crazy quilt landscapes are more likely sewn by men. Bedazzled with streetlights and swimming pools. The trees and forests look like fluffy feltish material. I want to know that moment when everything changed. The tipping point. The constructional pivot point at which there came to be more land cultivated or paved or bulldozed or housed than there was land with those fluffy tree things.
I imagine a unified effort throughout the country to radically change the way we buy products. A partnership between the community and the company, whereby both parties step up to the challenge of sustainable living. A growing awareness that all life is really one life.