I thought of a hundred things to write here, and still have not come up with something to say that does not feel like feeble gibberish, but I’ll try to pass along some reflection and information. My thoughts are almost soulless compared with the pulse-pounding call of Australian soul today.
I’m just an American typical nobody, mostly ignorant of Australia like most of us. It’s a horrid way to wake up to her, burning.
I live in the Adirondack Park of far northern New York, in a sort of box between Canada, Vermont/Lake Champlain and Lake Ontario. This “park,” a combination of public and private land, they like to call “six million acres of wilderness.” Since retirement, my whole world is here. I never go anywhere else these days.
As of this morning (Friday, January 3, 2020), far, far more than six million acres is gone, burned up in Australia’s fires. In Australia, about 5,800,000 hectares (about 14,300,000 acres) have burned or are burning. That’s much more than double my entire 6 million acre world. Unfathomable to me, but my heart knows what my mind can’t grasp or say.