To my precious children
Dear future me,
I’m doing this work because I see it as the best way to save and improve as many lives as possible. I’m doing it so you, 2050 Ryan, can look at yourself in the mirror. And so you can tell your kids and grandkids someday that you did everything you could.
My darling girls,
I can be brave enough to wake up.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to reach out to more people to ditch driving and consider using public transportation. I promise to convince Marin markets that sensible policies in density and mixed use planning will further enhance everyone’s quality of life.
Vitória,
Antes de realizar qualquer ação pense no meio ambiente para que suas atitudes sejam pautadas na sustentabilidade. Assim o seu pensar e agir localmente poderão resvalar na escala global.
Dear Me of Tomorrow,
I plan to plant more things this spring, as we do every year in our garden.
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.
My dear Honeys,
I think every parent believes that their child’s future is worth protecting – because I know the power of this force in me and what I am willing to do.
Dear Ya’Ash,
There are many paths to Truth, but regardless of your faith or ideology, one truth is above all else: Life must continue.
Dear Beloved Children,
As time progresses, there is hope that value will be placed on all living organisms, including humans, plants, and animals. Life will move at a slower pace, and being on your own time and moving at your individual pace will be the typical way of life. I consider this way of life good living, and I hope that future generations will live on this earth as it was once intended to live in peace and harmony.
Dear Rosie,
But when you are reading this years from now, by the light of a solar powered lamp, know that your dad, mom and millions of others who burned brightly with love for our kids did what we could, when we knew the stakes.
To my great-great grandchildren,
I don’t know your name
or even if you’re alive,
but I’m doing all I can
to make sure you survive.
I’m your great- great grandmother
who lived a century ago
in a world far different
from the one you must know.
Dear Leo,
Last week I took you to protest the Dakota Access Pipeline.