Dear Grandchild,
I now feel less overwhelmed and powerless, and I am determined to fight for our planet and your future.
To Annika, Anders, Stella, Eva, and Mickey,
In writing to you, I realize that I don’t want you to be hard on yourself if you choose to not make this your cause. But it is mine, so I hope that you hold me accountable to some of what I wrote here.
Dear future loved ones,
As I sit here and write to you, I’d like to share with you something more horrifying than a few boos – our current home, Earth.
Dear Tomorrow,
The only way to survive it, even if you don’t feel like you’re winning, is to keep your hands on the rope.
Dear Future Me,
I promise that I will change my behavior to benefit our trees.
Dear Elliot and Alana,
But being truthful, I know we are not yet on the path that will lead to the change that is needed; but it is visible.
Dear People Of The Future,
It’s scary, this is the stuff you see in movies about the end of the world.
Hi buddy,
I can now see that the solutions are there, that a transition of the magnitude that is needed, is possible.
Dear Nafia,
I also hope that your previous prayers have been answered. The way you wanted to create green jobs for your fellow city dwellers have been fulfilled already.
Fe,
As one push of a button can set a spinner in motion, so too can the actions of one in creating a world that allows you to thrive, to giggle, to love.
Dear Potential Future Kiddo,
To think that my choices of sustainable commuting, eating a plant based diet, and working on our City’s zero waste program likely pale in comparison to the impact of not having a baby is nothing short of devastating. Does it make me a bad environmentalist to honor my maternal instincts?
Dear old dude Mårten,
I know that the 2019 version of me (today that is) wished and hoped for that I did all within my power to turn the world around without loosing sight on the beauty of being alive.
