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Lions Roar : November 2011
SHAMBHALA SUN NOVEMBER 2011 60 overhead and the calls of the geese and the cranes. I am writing a book about the psychological and social issues that keep us from dealing adaptively with global climate change. The book’s title will be The Green Boat, after the name my hus- band, Jim, and I gave our boat-shaped piece of land. Our house sits atop a dam that overlooks a city park, and from our deck we can watch the sun and moon rise over the lake. Great storms roll in from the south and west and explode over us as they move toward the Missouri River. The ducks, geese, and pelicans come through in the fall and spring. In the summer a great blue heron couple nests in the reeds at the south end of the lake. When I work in the garden, I hear the songs of the meadowlarks and the kingbirds. Bikers and hikers use the trails and fishermen catch perch and bluegill. On weekends, parades of kayaks, sailboats, and canoes crisscross the lake. On snowy nights, a red fox comes to hunt on our dam. He looks as if he is dancing. In the winter, we watch as children sled on the dam and skate and play hockey on the lake. In their bright coats, they resemble confetti swirling in a soft white blanket. At night, from the warmth of our living room, we Nebraska Sandhills landscape. PHOTOBYKARENHUGHES