Floaters and Focal Points (Pessimism and Hope Travel Together) When I am in red rock country, I sit enamored with the beauty in front of me. Then it happens… somewhere in the back of my mind, a newspaper article or Facebook post surfaces that reveals the oil and gas drilling operation being proposed for that very area. The thought taints my experience with the desert view. I can’t see it without it being obscured by politics, ecologic crisis, and cultural complacency. These floaters distract me. They are ever present. They are blinding.
Sick of the floaters, I look for a cure. I make a conscious choice to hear the words, perform the actions and appreciate the beauty that makes me believe (even for just a few seconds) in humanity and in nature’s ability to heal. Focusing-in takes effort and requires discipline. But I do it because I have skin in the game – literally. The shear will that arises from giving birth has sharpened my focus and challenged my view.