To my precious children
You are young and have a rich future ahead of you. I am retired and aiming for a high quality of cultural life and comfort with whatever time remains to me. I do not want to see a world whose elders sacrifice your future for their short-term needs and personal gain. So it’s up to you and me to speak out.
I hope that the state of the environment becomes a part of everyday discourse.
Dear Tomorrow-My letter to the future 2030
I am most sorry we could not work through our differences, and see through the greed, get organized, and do more so that you could have a better life in your 2030 future.
Queridas filhas Ana Luísa e Ana Carla,
Que vocês possam contar para seus filhos e netos que minha geração tomou consciência de sua responsabilidade e assumiu sua condição de natureza e a ela se reintegrou, com inteligência, interação respeitosa e solidariedade.
Dear Victoria, sugar pie honey bunch, chiquita loquita,
How can I look at your bright eyes and light dance and tell you we are facing a war?
Dear Seamus and Tuva,
So it’s 2050. If the good people are winning the greater struggle, fossil fuels are a shamefully long chapter of the past, and there has been a full scale awakening to the need for only renewable, clean energy.
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 Abigail and Olivia,
What stories will you tell them about our generation? Will we be heroes or villains?
Dear Alex and Vivian,
This is my most important work.
Dear Rowan and Anaka,
If we could talk, I would not be able to bear your gaze as you ask: How could you, the people in a position to change the course of climate change, fail to act?
To older Rochelle,
You should’ve reduced your carbon footprint, should be using some source of renewable energy and be a vegetarian by now.
dear me in 2030,
I am smelling burning plastic!