Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to ride a bike and take a smart train.
I promise to ride a bike and take a smart train.
More Messages to the Future
Dear Tomorrow,
And, if this summer has taught me anything, I am content (because I have to be) living in this limbo, this seemingly endless waiting for the opportunity to change, when really the opportunity exists within our very selves all along.
Dear Tom and Leena,
I want you to only see the beauty in this world; there is so much of it and I will protect this beauty for as long as I am here on this Earth.
Dear Jack,
Right now you are only a little over 5 weeks old, but you have truly changed my whole world. Your Mom and I always say that we thought we loved before you were born, but now that you have come into the world and we met you, our ability to love just expanded exponentially.
Dear Grandchildren — August and any others who were born after him
I joined millions of other people who wrote letters and made calls urging our leaders to do more to care for the planet.
Dear Samuel, Willa, and Ben,
To the core of my being, and only through the power of community, I will honor the voices of the youth who are pleading, “Don’t burn my future.” Samuel, Willa, and Ben, your little voices I know, will join that chorus soon enough.
Rachel and Noelle,
I hope in a small way this helps your world.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise my next vehicle will be an EV.
Dear son,
Everyone should be grow at least 100 trees in his lifetime.
To My Grandchildren,
It’s my hope that the following will be helpful as you navigate your futures. These are the confessions of a climate activist:
Dear Tomorrow,
I’ll buy only food that I plan to eat before it spoils.
Olá Pessoal,
Com essas ideias simples e força de vontade, podemos tornar um mundo, um lugar melhor para se viver, com menos mortes, menos lixo, transforma-lo em um mundo diferente.
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.
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