Author: Satya

Dear Earth, I had a little meltdown.

Today I had the whole morning free to work on my new e-course. I began by setting up the mechanics of the automated emails. I encountered a technical problem, and then another, and then another. Over the course of an hour, a tangled knot formed in my stomach and tightened and tightened. Eventually it exploded Read More

Dear Earth, thank you for little dogs.

I’m not a natural walker. As a child I couldn’t see the point of walking unless there was something good at the end of it – a park, or maybe a sweet shop. I hoped that getting a dog would encourage me out of your buildings, Earth, and under the high ceilings of your skies. Read More

Dear Earth, forgive me for using you as a mirror.

Us humans are experts at using objects as extensions of our delicate selves. I look in my wallet and think, ‘new gloves for me’. I look at my cat and think, ‘purr for me’. I glance at your autumn colours, a procession of fiery finery, and think, ‘cold out, a cosy evening inside for me’. Read More

Dear Earth, such mouth-watering colours on your trees Read More

Dear Earth, I get so angry at climate deniers.

I’m not usually an angry person. I can live and let live. And, when people tell me that the facts of global heating or the dying coral are confected conspiracy, darling Earth, I get so angry that I don’t know what to do about it. I’m wondering what’s going on for me. I get that, Read More

Dear Earth, the birds are happy.

After months of procrastinating I finally ordered the sacks of seed, moved the bird feeder from where weeds were strangling it, and filled the tubes with fat balls, sunflower hearts, niger. This morning the word is starting to get out and birds are coming for their breakfast. On a scale of efficiency, dear Earth, I Read More

Dear Earth, thank you for skin, soft elastic marvellousness that keeps it all in. Read More

Dear Earth, here’s the secret to everything.

Sometimes I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Sometimes I despair at the size of your wound and the insufficiency of the bandages and balm, dear Earth. I see myself as a speck of dust in an ocean. Sometimes I want to shove other people off your lap and into oxygen-less space, dear Earth, Read More

Dear Earth, thank you for young dogs asleep on feet, and old cats asleep on laps. Read More

Dear Earth, this morning you are subdued, a dull sky and just on the edge of drizzle. My cat is asleep with a smile on his face, warm and circled on my therapy chair. Read More

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