Dear My Future Child,
I want to sculpt a world for you where you can play outside without gas masks, an ocean to swim in without toxins, and a thick lively forest for you to wander.
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.
I will never give up on you, on humanity, on the future.
Dear Chay and Kate,
Don’t ever let anyone tell you your actions don’t matter. Every single thing you do matters. You matter.
Rather than exploit it, destroy it, poison it, why don’t we just enhance the beauty of it, guard it, and love it?
Dear Great Grandchildren,
If you are reading this, you probably inherited my fascination with ancestry, and the way it uncovers incredible stories of unlikely survival.
My future husband,
I want us to read this in future time and remember all the senses and views we witnessed.
Make the most of every day because remember yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift.
To the future generations,
I hope that you all can enjoy the Smokey Mountains in your lifetime too and that they look how they did back in 2017 when I saw them.
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.
I know it’s long past time to wake up. You deserve a future in which drought, famine, and war are not all your children ever know; the choices my generation makes now will determine your future.
To my dear children in the year 2050,
I don’t wish to go backwards, but I do wish we would slow down and design our brave new world with more care.