Dear Future,
Hello all of you who may not know how many struggled to make your life wonderful and beautiful. We talked about it to everybody we could, sent hundreds of petitions to important people, and as poets and writers wrote passionate poems and stories either about dystopia, which would be death of the earth, or the Utopia we hope for. I wrote a science fiction utopian story and maybe in the dear future, it will be read.
In the nineteen-seventies there were a few people who noticed changes on the earth. They tried to make it known, but it was rejected by people who just wanted to live in the Now. Now is a mess. Climate change, sickness, terrible for you, dear future. We are struggling now and I have done much research as many have, too. Like all who have a message we have to tell it over and over and not be worried when people laugh at us.
Dear Future, I have done as much as a woman can without much money. As I mentioned, I have been fortunate to live long enough to retire and have time to speak, and write (as I am now) to you. All around us there are people who KNOW. Young people and even children know, now. I am so proud of them. My grown-up but still young Grandson and Granddaughter send me Facebook stories describing the many changes that are being done. I trust them dear Future, to carry on with strength and a sense of doing the right things.
For me personally, I was poor when I was a child, married, and divorced. When my son was 17, he tragically had a head injury. I had to work at night and forget about going back to college. There are dozens asking for money to help climate change and I can only advocate. Big money is a barrier. It is sad but true. It is as if we keep showing disaster and are told we are silly, as if it’s a fairy tale. Fortunately all who are wealthy do know and are concerned. We have to count on them and young people like my grandchildren to make hundreds of changes.
You may have some idea of the past Dear Future and so you know it was like trying to do what we eventually did for you. It was hard but we just marched on, showing off all the good things we have done and can do. We now hear your distant, “thank you.” Well, we just happened to love things like animals, birds, sea creatures, health, joy, wilderness and clean sea.
I think I have written a fair amount of what a retired woman without much money can do. My own children have grown up to be much like me, except for the head injured man, now who is really nice. He laughs and likes to sing but is not able to know anything about the climate. I do not know how I could overcome those barriers except advocating, advocating, advocating.
Well Dear Future my grand-children could read it at the ages of 64 and 59 and I do not know if there are any great-grand-children around, but if so, I plan to write more poems and stories, which are whimsical or science fiction about utopias to lift up the hope. It is mission to crush these stories of dystopia that were meant to scare people to looking around and seeing all of the destruction already.
We all can do what we can do. If we are ready to make changes that are being made by scientists and dedicated men and women and teenagers – research, research, research.
My own life has been to work and smile, having a simple life with much music, poetry, stories and friendships.
Dear Future children we all have a chance to give this to you. I will end with mentioning I was born in Idaho, near the Nez Perce Indians reservation, and lived in Central Oregon, which is very beautiful, mountains, hills, wild animals, a high desert and near the Warm Springs reservation. Living so, I learned that the Indians were very wise about keeping the land and all as sacred. I feel this, too. Life is for learning such things. I send this to you.
