ALT We know transformation emerges from new ways of thinking and being. However, the how is less clear. Three calls for this: to love, to aliveness, to life. Two practices. One love! It’s a stunning Sydney summer’s day and I step out onto the street, down 42 floors from the corporate board room. I’m pulsating with excitement. I’m thrilled by what I’ve found, joyful about the potential for change. I’ve just finished my first day of interviews. I’ve been advising a multi-national company’s executives on sustainability and, while the business cases are powerfully profitable, we all know the company can do a lot more.

ALT One planet, one health. Humanity as one planetary citizen among millions, all equally deserving to be here and to thrive. We can choose to re-create ourselves as a modest, economically and demographically downscaled component of a biodiverse and rewilded Earth. An ecological civilization will accomplish far more… Eileen Crist Flattened Tuesday afternoon, day 11, and a wave of dizziness hits me, steamrollers up behind me, wallops me over the back of my head repeatedly and I’m taking myself down to the floor again. Wow. I had managed a small conversation with a friend in the morning, cut it short after 20 minutes, and spent two hours taking it easy in recovery. Or so I thought. There was no recovery to speak of and by one or two in the afternoon I’m stretched out flat, on my back or front, staring at the carpet or ceiling, doing nothing more.

ALT One planet, one health. Humanity as one planetary citizen among millions, all equally deserving to be here and to thrive. We can choose to re-create ourselves as a modest, economically and demographically downscaled component of a biodiverse and rewilded Earth. An ecological civilization will accomplish far mor

ALT Act 1, Scene 3, of the rascal, the mongrel and the mutant.^ Descent One planet, one health. Humanity as one planetary citizen among millions, all equally deserving to be here and to thrive. We can choose to re-create ourselves as a modest, economically and demographically downscaled component of a biodiverse and rewilded Earth. An ecological civilization will accomplish far more… Eileen Crist Flattened Tuesday afternoon, day 11, and a wave of dizziness hits me, steamrollers up behind me, wallops me over the back of my head repeatedly and I’m taking myself down to the floor again. Wow. I had managed a small conversation with a friend in the morning, cut it short after 20 minutes, and spent two hours taking it easy in recovery. Or so I thought. There was no recovery to speak of and by one or two in the afternoon I’m stretched out flat, on my back or front, staring at the carpet or ceiling, doing nothing more.

ALT Day 7 and—despite ongoing symptom now so far out of the norm I should really be questioning them hard—I’m cycling to the beach. Doable but a two hour round trip takes double as long. Still, it feels glorious to be in the sun and not on the floor. I am sure this must be good for me—a weekend out and about. Surely by Monday I’ll be past the symptoms and able to work, write and concentrate. They are all things that have been completely impossible for the whole week.

ALT This Act rewinds an interconnected story, global to personal crises, back to a start: Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I'm going back to the start Coldplay, The Scientist The dateline is March 2021 and I have just had my first Covid vaccine shot. I felt relived. And surprised about feeling relieved.