is my home. Nebraska is my home. Yet there is so little prairie.
Therefore I feel homeless. I finally began to articulate this idea the
last few days as I've prepped tonight's Ignite Lincoln talk. I have less
connection to this ground precisely because so much of its ecology is
not local. I can't begin to make Lincoln my home without prairie, but
everything we do works hard to destroy the last of the prairie spaces
(and certainly not to restore much of it). So I begin to loathe the
place, I get angry, I get depressed, I shut down, and then I lash out.
And then I dig. Toss seed out my car window. Ignite.