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Amy B's avatar

This essay has been in the back of my mind for a few days. In thinking about where we shall live with our children, where we can possibly go that there will be good community, relatively undamaged ecosystems and a non-volatile climate, my husband and I have created a *very* short list. This is thinking in the mid- to long-term. Where we can make a home where our kids can also grow old, if they so wish.

Out West is ruled out (tough, because we love it out there, but it’s always on fire and there is not enough water). Down South is also out, because the rising temperatures are going to force everyone indoors, and there is the possibility of dangerous heat waves, hurricanes and brownouts. This leaves the Northeast and Midwest--so domesticated, so suburbanized, except for some wilder parts along the northern border with Canada. The Upper Peninsula of Michigan, for example. Upstate New York (except for the Finger Lakes, yikes! ;-) Rural Ohio...?

But the reality is that the future is less and less predictable, and no place is entirely secure. We cannot safeguard the world for ourselves and our children, or move to the magical place where nothing has been damaged. But we can hope to find a strong community to help weather the storms and floods. I’m sorry about the flood dangers in your town. That seems like an intractable problem with no easy answers.

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Painfully but beautifully expressed. If I haven't already used all the oxygen in the room talking about Western wildfires as a parallel to [every other type of climate catastrophe], here I go again: No, I don't have kids, but I always daydreamed of living on a rural wooded property, an exceedingly modest ambition which I will probably never be able to achieve. With my own eyes I saw the fire billow up in 2020, ripping apart the towns just 30 miles south of us; I work in an industry whose bread and butter is risk management, and virtually no insurance company west of the Rockies still offers indemnity to properties affected by wildfire. On the valley floor below my hometown are hundreds of little old homes settled into shaded mossy lots; they're simultaneously worth more than I'll ever be able to afford by virtue of being large lots technically within driving distance of Portland, and an enormous financial risk should the next bad drought season push the fires just a little further north. Drop $550,000 on your cozy dream home and then watch it go up in smoke two years later... And that's all she wrote.

I recently cracked open a book, "Uncle Ramsey's Little Book of Demons," which has given me a lot to think about. It's kind of a self-help tome, where the author proposes interacting with every vexing part of the world, especially aspects of your own psychology, as a fully-conscious entity, or "demon":

"At some point nearly every child makes the vital leap and recognizes that certain patterns of reaction are so complex that they can only be accommodated by projecting some of its own conscious awareness out into the pattern--in other words, by assuming that other people too are conscious intelligent beings ... Look for conscious intelligence in phenomena and you awaken the greatest powers of the human brain to assist your exploration or mastery. Superstition thrives on absolutes, not relatives. Religion and science teach us to look for absolutes and so we lose trust in what is relative. Magic teaches us to walk on the shifting sands of relative or workable truth."

Well, these passages came to mind when you wrote about trying to make sense of flooding from the perspective of the lake. But I struggle to imagine what perspective you can offer to wildfire: chemical flashpoint, cascading failures. The demon eats and eats and may still be eating six months after the fact, in the dead of winter, simmering under wet ash.

You can't negotiate with a wildfire. I guess you can't negotiate with a surging lake, either, but it's easier to conceptualize the lake as a being which has some right to assert itself against abuse. Fire has the feeling of a landscape possessed of so much hatred it would rather destroy itself than remain habitable to the likes of us.

Not going anywhere else with this. Just having a moment.

In unrelated news, it is currently 88 degrees on this April day :)

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