- $17.80 – Taxi
- $17 – Airport Express Shuttle
- $10 – Transit pass
- $2.14 – bananas
- $7 – two cups of coffee this morning and an hour of writing in a sunny cafe
- $21.25 – fries and beer
- $5.44 – snacks
It is difficult to avoid the election news, which I am trying to do right now. I’m not ready to face it yet, but a woman on the shuttle yesterday was talking about it, and my friend sent me a link, and another friend invited us to a protest. I am not ready to protest. I know that I should be, I know I will be soon, but I’m still in the denial period.
This morning I began thinking of all the causes that would need help, though they needed help before too. Planned Parenthood, obviously, because of Mike Pence. The Brady Campaign, to combat the NRA. I met someone through Hillary’s campaign, so that would be an easy one to get involved in, I thought. Then I remembered the environment, the whole planet, and I started to feel overwhelmed. I think many of us are. I think that’s how we got here in the first place.
After I’d finished my morning pages, we went to the American Museum of Natural History. I sat in their planetarium and listened to Neil DeGrasse Tyson tell me about the universe, its billions of years of history, the stars and galaxies that are exploding and collapsing and stretching across the sky. It was comforting to know that we are just one small planet in the cosmos, like a grain of sand on the beach. What we do here matters very little on the cosmic scale, which gives me peace for a split second. Then of course I remember that I and everyone I love lives on the human scale, and that we must work to make our lives livable while we have them. Just because our lives are brief and astronomically small does not make them unimportant. But still, it is comforting to remember that there are billions and billions of stars, maybe many other forms of life out there even, that have no idea what’s just happened on our planet, and who will never be influenced by it at all.
I find that very comforting indeed. That powerful as one man might be, he’s grip does not stretch beyond this planet. It is just a blink of time.