We’re living in a beautiful planet Earth, but we are also destroying it gradually with our actions and ignorances. However, there are still some of us who care and try to fix the problems. I hope you can still go to Tahoe to see snow and enjoy all your winter activities. I also hope you can go to the poles and see the beauty of ice and snow. I hope you can love, appreciate, and sustain the beauty of our planet because it’s such a unique and amazing place to live.
Dear Isaiah,
I am grateful for your soul, for your creativity, for your empathy. All these are precious treasures that you have to offer the world. They will help. I thank you for being in this world right now, so that you can offer these gifts at a time of transition.
To the Three most Beautiful Souls I could ever Know,
I promise to keep your Love at the forefront of my every move. I will make personal changes and I will learn more, so that I can contribute to a healthier environment in a meaningful way.
To my future children,
It’s not enough to just recycle. I will sign petitions and call my local representatives. I will also engage in conversations about climate change – even with people with whom I don’t see eye-to-eye.
Dear Future Family,
As I’m sitting here trying to think of the best words to say to you all, I am thinking of one major thing: that I can only hope that you all get to experience the incredible beauty created by our planet.
AMORI MIEI EMMA DOMINGA E MAMMA AURELIE
Mamma e Papà cercano insieme sempre di darti il meglio però anche tu dovrai fare la tua parte nel mondo.
I will recycle stuff I found.
Dear future Child or Grandchild,
Climate is undeniably changing but it is not top priority.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise I will encourage everyone to get OUT of their cars and onto public transit.
Dear Kids of the Future,
My wish for all of you is that the people of the present wake up and are able to change their habits.
Annalu minha filha amada,
Espero de coração que, no futuro, você possa olhar para trás e se orgulhar muito dos pais que teve.
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.
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.
