Being able to go out and see the world with no worry is an extremely wonderful thing. Lately our world has been having problems with pollution and loss of natural resources. If these problems keep occurring there will be no way of going and seeing the world. It is up to your generation (if it’s not too late) to change ways of the world by keeping it clean and natural. Trust me, it’s worth it.
To my wide-eyed warrioresses,
Since my two daughters emerged into this world, all of my tomorrows have become more dear.
Dear Donatella,
We ran through the woods laughing, crying, and living.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to become more educated on the global issues that face populations I can’t see
Dear little one,
In the coming months, we plan to complete a full assessment of our environmental impact online. We hope to discover our biggest areas of resource consumption, learn what we can do better, and create an action plan to improve over the next year.
Dear tomorrow,
The blue sky will no longer be grey, and the bleak clouds will be vibrant.
Dear Tomorrow
I promise to reduce my waste production
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.
Dear Tomorrow,
Be the person who shows up. Be the person who continues to advocate for change because change is possible – it is possible in the most partisan of politics.
Dear future niece or nephew,
We loved hiking, camping, biking, swimming and playing as kids together.
Dear Me of Tomorrow,
I plan to plant more things this spring, as we do every year in our garden.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to clean the earth.
Dear Amara and Uma,
Maybe you heard about bats? Bats, the carriers of this disease that spread among us like wild fire. I love bats. When I was your age today, sitting in the evening on the back terrace of your grandparent’s home in Ibiza, hundreds of bats would play, dance and sing among the trees.
