Yesterday morning Hazel and I went on a march for elephants and rhinos, who are being decimated at extraordinary rates. 50,000 elephants are being killed each year for their tusks, and at this rate will be extinct in 7 years. This is a global emergency, and even thinking about it is horribly difficult. With no elephants soon there will be no forest (elephants are the primary dispersal method available for African forests, and without those forests both Africa and the planet will lose a huge percentage of the earth’s remaining capacity to capture carbon dioxide).
Elephants are on the brink of extinction. They could be gone by the time Hazel is 12 years old, just seven years from now. We must save them. We must stop buying ivory for jewelry, for guns. We must stop the trade, arrest and prosecute poachers, we must find other ways for people to make a livelihood.
The world abounds with terrible emergencies, pain and suffering and crushing danger everywhere you look. It is hard to contemplate the difficulties and tremendous efforts involved in facing them down, in making forward progress on a planet torn by war, hate, mistrust, and such an extremely unequal disbursement of resources. But we cannot allow the elephants to die, and by our hand. Big Life is one organization that is helping, and a place to put your dollars if you want to help, too.
The NRA, whose members like to use ivory as decoration on their guns, is opposing the Obama administration’s ban on ivory. The NRA is, as has been repeatedly demonstrated, extraordinarily powerful in this country. Elephants need a tidal wave of support large enough to drown the protestations of that organization, to carry forward compassion and understanding, commitment and action strong enough to rescue elephants & rhinos (as well as lions and so many other species!) from permanent annihilation.
Together, we have a fighting chance to make a profound difference.
After we came home from the march and had some lunch I started getting the visual effects of a classic migraine. I took the meds for it and went upstairs to lie down, where I promptly fell asleep and stayed asleep until our babysitter arrived. I got up feeling jet-lagged and bleary. After about an hour at our friends’ bonfire and bbq, to which we went next, I was back in my body and time zone. We had a wonderful time with a diverse and interesting group of people, a fantastic sunset, and delicious food.
Hazel and the twins got to sample recently caught Alaskan salmon, as well as top-notch smores, which delighted them. And they had many grown-ups with which to play, including our new and wonderful nanny, and our friends A and P. The twins both loved the fire (Joanna wanted to kiss it), but demonstrated a reasonable amount of caution around it, not wanting to go too close, which caused me to breathe a sigh of significant relief. A carried Hazel back to the car, all nestled into his chest. I am so glad that she has such a loving connection with my beloved friends and chosen family. That is priceless.
I am very grateful for my life and community.