I think about my time in the Everglades far from city lights when I could look up and see the Milky Way. Nokosee was there with me and we held each other in the dark and mostly silent world of the New Seminole. Aside from the occasional sounds of mosquitos buzzing by my ears there was nothing to remind me I was standing on Sagan's "pale blue dot." Or in the distant horizon that the Everglades was on fire and Army Rangers were zeroing in on us. I was pregnant at that time with Haalie and thought I'd die before I could give her life, shot dead by an Mk46.
Until that existential moment with Nokosee when I was at peace looking up at the stars, hand-in-hand with the man I love.
Now Haalie and I do Sanctuary in the Miccosukee Embassy in Miami and I find myself looking out of its floor-to-ceiling windows up at the night sky thinking of Nokosee and me back in the Everglades on that special night.
And Carl Sagan and his description of Earth as that "pale blue dot" in the cosmos, reminding us that there is nowhere else to our knowledge that harbors life.
Now when I look up at the night sky, I wonder whether or not we will be able to save Gaia in time; if the powerful will listen and act on Greta's warnings; or will they continue to ignore them leaving us only the most desperate alternative, the one that decimated the New Seminole: armed revolt.
Until that existential moment with Nokosee when I was at peace looking up at the stars, hand-in-hand with the man I love.
Now Haalie and I do Sanctuary in the Miccosukee Embassy in Miami and I find myself looking out of its floor-to-ceiling windows up at the night sky thinking of Nokosee and me back in the Everglades on that special night.
And Carl Sagan and his description of Earth as that "pale blue dot" in the cosmos, reminding us that there is nowhere else to our knowledge that harbors life.
Now when I look up at the night sky, I wonder whether or not we will be able to save Gaia in time; if the powerful will listen and act on Greta's warnings; or will they continue to ignore them leaving us only the most desperate alternative, the one that decimated the New Seminole: armed revolt.
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