Toads in the Tureen Global warming...global climate change...the
global economy...globalization...think global and act local.
Global, like sustainable, has devolved to a modifier, to a
hashtag. Slap global in front of a noun and the word sags from
the added gravitas. Global climate change sounds important,
while "local" climate change is insubstantial. Global terrorism
is scarier than "your next door neighbor's arsenal." Global is
the new green. Today I am worried about Jamaican climate change.
I can't relate to the world. Give me something to hold, to
touch, to feel. I try to think globally, but it makes my head
hurt and my hair catch on fire. I believe that the climate is
changing. I believe that the change is caused by man. I am
perfectly content to follow the science. Today the science has
led me to Jamaica. The Cockpit Country is Jamaica's largest
remaining contiguous rainforest. Fractured karst, and collapsed
caves and sinkholes, have left the Cockpit pocked and pitted.
Pocks (the cockpits themselves) c