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Dear Earth, life is closer than death.
On 28th February 2020 by SatyaOn Tuesday evening we heard a cat wailing in the corridor. By the time I reached our cat Tsuki, her soul had slipped quietly out of her body. “Mara follows every step.” This is a fragment of a Buddhist text we recite in the mornings, and it reminds us that death and destruction is always
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Dear Earth, eco-living is a PAIN.
On 25th February 2020 by SatyaYesterday at 5pm I was sitting miserably at a very cold train station, at the end of a very long day, with two changes and an hour an a half of travelling ahead of me. If I’d driven, I’d have been home and cosy ten minutes ago, greeting my crazily happy dog. Public transport, schmublic
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Dear Earth, you are lush.
On 17th February 2020 by SatyaYour lushness is infinite, but today I want to single out this soup. The clear, happy orange of fresh carrots. The velvet richness of roasted squash. An electric hint of ginger. A splash of lemon. Salt. For years I ordered a weekly veg box from a large company. I liked that I could say what
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Dear Earth, you are burning & I am small.
On 16th February 2020 by SatyaIf I returned home to a fire in my living room, I would race to the fire extinguisher. If my children were starving, I would steal to feed them. Dear Earth, you are burning. You are melting, and choking, and being poisoned. Your children are dying. Your animals are being wiped out. I am so
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Dear Earth, we are so vulnerable.
On 11th February 2020 by SatyaThe Corona virus is killing our brothers and sisters. 6.7 million people in Yemen are relying on food aid. A few days ago, a twenty five year old colleague died suddenly. He had been trying to save you, dear Earth. Outside, a few flakes of wet snow are diving past the hazel catkins and the
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Dear Earth, help me to take pauses.
On 4th February 2020 by SatyaBuild gaps in your life. Pauses. Proper pauses. Thom Yorke 2013 Kaspa is away and so I am in charge of the temple. Mornings consist of cleaning litter trays (and all the other places our old cat has deemed equivalent), getting the bunnies up, giving medication, searching for dog poo in the garden, and all the