The day and especially the evening tasted like the beginning of summer. It had the spaciousness, the abundance of light, the balance between the green and the blue, the hustle of summer activities and the lazy understanding that we have all the time in the world. The nights are still too fresh to stay outside, but I wonder if the fireflies already light the garden.

I am listening to the amazing podcast conversation with Vanessa Andreotti, which makes me rethink the meaning of connectedness in the sense that we can’t just choose to feel connected to the beautiful, the natural, the green and pristine. If we want to really understand the mess we’re in, we need to acknowledge our connection to the ugly, industrial and extractive.

So, as I was walking tonight in the high grasses under the electricity lines, listening to their buzzing, I stopped to reckon with the fact that just as I am dependent on the oxygen breathed out by the beloved trees, I am dependent on these ugly metal giants for my everyday needs, including writing this blog. I may dissociate myself and pretend that they are someone else’s problem, but the truth is we are connected.