Dear Non-human Creatures of 2050:
As one of your sister species, having evolved from you and alongside you for 3.8 billion years, I am heart-heavy to say with such regret that our species has created a mess. We have come in like a whirling dervish, in a few short centuries, to turn on end the homeostatic balance of the world you depend on. Climate disruption, plastics and chemicals spread to every corner, and loss of our planet’s beloved creatures every day. I must ask… how are you doing?
Dear Tomorrow
Whoever you are, I probably don’t know you. We’re probably not related. We may not even have a common friend or acquaintance. And yet I think about you constantly. I think about the world that you are living in right now – is there enough water? Enough food? Are any of the places I loved still recognizable? What is the story that you tell yourselves about us, the people living right now – did our work ever amount to anything or is the world nearly unbearable if you’re not rich or powerful?
Dear K
You love pears and apples from the yard, watching deer, fox and birds out the window of our house, finding flowers, picking berries, “hiking a mountain” as you like to say... so many beautiful natural things that may exist in a totally different way in 2050, and some that may not exist at all if the changing climate continues on its current course.
Dear Samuel, Willa, and Ben,
The year 2050 feels a long way off, and whether that year we see earth’s continued deterioration, or an earth healing, still beautiful yet changed, remains to be seen. I hope and believe it is the latter, and oh my, is there work to do! So let's get rolling.
Dear tomorrow,
In this world that we now live in we just don’t understand the purpose of life like we used to. We kill our air by using automobiles unlike horse drawn buggies. Our earth deserves to be beautiful, just how God made it.
Dear Finley
I am writing this on your 7th birthday, today. On your 38th you’ll know all too well that in 2019 we failed to stop carbon emissions in time to prevent catastrophic changes. Venice, Miami, Manhattan, and many of our greatest coastal cities are changed forever as the oceans rose into the streets and canals of the centers of our civic life.
Dare Futcher Self
Dare futcher self how did you akt dring the climit raly. How much plastick did you yous. how manny times did mom drive the car. Did you Walk to School much or bus? I hope you didn't yous much plastic. I love the wild. I don’t want it to disuper. The world is the buty within.
To the Future (2050):
It is currently the Christmas Holidays, 2019. It has snowed mildly twice. As I think of young Nanette; I wonder what to envision for her in 31 years.