Words for Kedging Off

I can't breathe in my dreams two nights in a row. I wake with my chest tight and barely able to lift my eyelids. My family is going through an extremely rough period that threatens to sink every passenger. We've run aground. Everyone is in that kind of panic that makes you hold still and breathe shallowly. Meanwhile, the world's in state of emergency of equal intensity, and the tide is going out. As I do everyday I checked Riverbend's blog. She hasn't written since early last month and I've worried something happened to her. I was releived to find that she had posted a new entry, however depressing. If you haven't read her blog, I recommend it. The whole thing. Poetry even makes an appearance in the last paragraph today. The word.
In other news I got today, developers in Puerto Penasco are trying to bulldoze a vital environmental center, CEDO, that works with governments, conservation groups and community members to protect natural resources and develop sustainable, non-threatening ways to use the ecosystems of the Upper Gulf of California and Sonoran Desert. A measure of success of these efforts has been the establishment of protected biosphere reserves and the development of management programs for their operation. CEDO is recognized in the region as a leader in community outreach.
CEDO's community based programs focus on understanding and responding to the needs of four groups throughout the Upper Gulf Biosphere region: Teachers; Artisanal fishermen; Community leaders; Tourists and general public. Bulldozers belonging to a the development Fuentes del Mar from the company Clifton Meridian are illegally destroying established roads, demolishing parts of CEDO, and constructing new fences on CEDO property in Puerto Peñasco.
I have to think about what I am doing now. What am I doing? I have lots of work to do here at home to keep the center alive and keep my hearth open...