right now our planet is dying and its the fault of humans. global warming, lumbering, extinction,,and plotion are kill animals and the planet. plus because of covid 19 there aren’t any protest. I hope by 2050 things have gotten better.
To my unborn children, hey it’s mummy Cris here!
I am witnessing climate change in a way that I do not like, and I do not know how can I stop it.
Dear Erica and Matthew,
I want you to be able to bring your kids to Tahoe and experience the same clarity that you had as a child.
Dear Me of Tomorrow,
I plan to plant more things this spring, as we do every year in our garden.
Dear Future Self,
More than getting through a global pandemic that has already taken hundreds of thousands of lives around the world, our true feat is even larger: to secure our long-term health and the health of the ecosystems upon which we depend for life. To do that, we have to cut our emissions in half in the next ten years, and continue to reduce it beyond that. And to succeed in that, we need to fundamentally shift the way we do EVERYTHING.
To my wide-eyed warrioresses,
Since my two daughters emerged into this world, all of my tomorrows have become more dear.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise I will encourage everyone to adopt a plant-based diet. Good for our health, the animals and the planet.
Dear Future,
“I knew you would want to know how the future turned out. You got so anxious about climate change as we grew older. By coming back, I thought I could help you with that.”
To my future Niece,
While I will work my hardest to create any positive change I can, you must continue this quest. You cannot give up hope, and you must always remember that the beauty on this Earth is worth saving.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to include the trees and animals in all my decisions.
Dearest Gray,
When I asked you why the purple Violet called to you, you told me it was “magic”. I hope that you can still find the magic of life. I hope, despite everything, it is still in abundance.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to sign up for 100% renewable energy.
To My Fellow Two-Spirits,
Thank you — Thank you — without you, I would not hear butterflies singing, without you, I would not understand black bear humor, or the creativity of jays planning their breakfast, without you, I would not feel flora whispers of long-lived wisdom on the back of my neck while sitting in Padmasana.
