When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens like one of those fluted Japanese blossoms, flimsy and spastic, bright and warm. This almost always seems to happen in community.
– Anne Lamott, “The Impossible Will Take a Little While,” Plan B
Sometimes we have to do the work, even though we don’t yet see a glimmer on the horizon that it’s actually going to be possible.
– Angela Davis
Los Angeles has drained so much water from Owens Valley. I spent 40 years in L.A., so I am aware how we used it. Those tufa spires you see in the image above from Mono Lake, were it not for the water that L.A. has used, they would be under water.
We can be discouraged by the signs we see around us as to the damage we are doing to this sacred place on which we live. But we will not give up hope. We look for a glimmer on the horizon, and continue to raise our voices, and do what we must do today.