A poignant and potent reflection, Sunbug. Thank you for sharing some of your mother’s story with us.
Jane Goodall entered my consciousness sometime around 1965. Scientists, to this eight year old, wore white lab coats and were male. Miss (not Dr., back then) Jane Goodall was no scientist – at least, not in that mold; she was something more, something magical – for me, the embodiment of wonder.
Facts have their place, but are only part of the picture. Science without imagination, without soul, is data.
We owe much to your mother and Jane Goodall and a growing number of other impassioned thinkers and seekers who are doing so much to restore soul to science.
Thank you for reminding us of that, and drawing our eyes to the horizon.