Science Fiction and the Repairing of the World
This afternoon I took a break from a busy day to sit still and listen to the rain. I made a cup of coffee, and took it out to the porch to watch the rain that has been falling since last night. I left my phone on the desk, along my ordinary worries and my existential angst, and went out to listen to the rain.
I heard the thirsty ground drinking in every morsel of this gentle rain, and sighing in relief that the long drought has come to an end. I heard the intermittent stream beyond the fence gurgling happily again, dried mud loosening into a soft landing for the eggs of frogs and mosquitoes alike. I heard the birds flitting around in the low cover of the honeysuckle bush, finding bugs to eat despite the wetness of the day. And as I sat there, I found myself thinking about the what the world might become if all its wounds could be healed as easily as this soaking rain feeds the land…
Read more on Substack