Der tumuro. I wil rid my buyc. Love Charlie.
We love this post, the phonetic spelling of “Dear Tomorrow, I will ride my bike. Love, Charlie”
Der tumuro. I wil rid my buyc. Love Charlie. We love this post, the phonetic spelling of “Dear Tomorrow, I will ride my bike. Love, Charlie”
More Messages to the Future
Dear Nova and Remi,
I wish for you both that another kind of life has been discovered, one of peace, moderation and concern for all life.
Dear Gorasia descendants,
I will do all that I can, and hope my fellow inhabitants join my pursuit, to nurture this planet.
To the People in my Future Life,
Anytime I’m at the crossroads of life, I pray that I, or anyone else in the same position, will keep you in mind, and try to shape a world that’s the best possible for you.
Dear future generations,
It’s never too late to make a difference. Our actions have very real consequences. We can educate ourselves, learn from our mistakes, and take action. We can hold companies like big oil and big plastic accountable for their negative impacts on the environment. We can educate ourselves and others about what causes climate change and what actions we as individuals can take to lower our carbon footprints.
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.
Meus filhos,
Espero que vcs tb encontrem ,de alguma forma,um caminho para colaborarem com Nossa Mãe Terra, bjs eternos.
Dear Soren,
In this world that is changing before our eyes, I believe that is our task: standing unflinchingly on the side of love, connecting with others, and forging ahead together.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to ditch all the natural gas and go all electric with my home!
Dear child,
The journey of humanity does not take us to Mars like the world now likes to believe. It takes us home to our true self where there is no separate self. Where we are all one. You know all this. Look after yourself my child, look after your brother, your friends, your children, all the animals and the whole planet. Love them like there is no tomorrow.
Dear Child,
Hope we get to have that snowball fight I always dreamed we’d have.
Dear Tomorrow,
Be the person who shows up. Be the person who continues to advocate for change because change is possible – it is possible in the most partisan of politics.
Dear Amara and Uma,
Maybe you heard about bats? Bats, the carriers of this disease that spread among us like wild fire. I love bats. When I was your age today, sitting in the evening on the back terrace of your grandparent’s home in Ibiza, hundreds of bats would play, dance and sing among the trees.
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