Fragments . ֎
Hello Dear Earth
On 19th May 2020 by SatyaHere I am – I feel old, my lower back aches.Earth – you are waking up, your spring flowers are blooming, and you are very very old.Leaning in, I see the new and the old in me.Listing gratitudes – sun on my face, dog on my lap (muddy paws and all), a therapy session later
Love Letters . ֎
Dear Earth, I believe in miracles.
On 28th April 2020 by SatyaOh Earth, we are suffering. We are seeing how it is to run out of food and to be afraid of going out. We shiver as death blows in at our perimeters. We are tasting our powerlessness. When this is over, what will we do? Will we dive back into consumption, compulsion, control? Will we
Love Letters . ֎
Dear Earth, it’s impossible.
On 10th April 2020 by SatyaAll year I have been avoiding plastic in the supermarkets. Last week I chose the mushrooms sweating in their clingfilmed plastic coffin, because I was afraid. I was afraid of catching the coughing virus. Meanwhile, on a Pacific island, albatross chicks are being fed lighters, bottle tops, and biros by their mothers. This cargo fills
Love Letters . ֎
Dear Earth, this is making me happy:
On 31st March 2020 by SatyaThis rectangle of land in front of our flat, generously dressed in dark compost. Mushroom compost, which arrived on a lorry and the man asked me to get my own pen to sign for it as he wasn’t allowed to lend me his or I might infect him. Bunny compost, made of our three bunnies’
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Dear Earth, I am not worthy.
On 30th March 2020 by SatyaOther people are fitting ventilators to those suffering in the overflowing hospitals, dear Earth. Other people are fetching medicine for their neighbours. I sit sulking in my office and wait for my daily exercise. I order myself expensive chocolates and a green hourglass. I estimate the days until I am free from this extravagant jail.
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Dear Earth, I have been fretting about death.
On 28th March 2020 by SatyaWe are in the fists of a pandemic, and this fretting has preoccupied me. I have been resisting the fact of my almost total lack of control. I have been reassuring myself with lies about my invulnerability. I have been checking for fresh news every ten minutes and prodding at the fear like a bad
Love Letters . ֎
Dear Earth, everything is changing.
On 17th March 2020 by SatyaI look at the blank page for a long time. What can I say? What can I possibly say? That will even begin to make sense of it all? That will provide some comfort? The boiler in the room next to me is thrumming. It is heating this whole house – keeping us warm like
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Dear Earth, today I was a hot mess.
On 15th March 2020 by SatyaI prefer to share photos of me looking decent, or at least like I’ve vaguely got it together. Here’s one my friend Joe kindly took at 3am at our all-night meditation vigil. I was either asleep or trying not to freeze. Today I felt like the equivalent of this photo. I ate far too much
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Dear Earth, I sat up all night for you.
On 11th March 2020 by SatyaIt was cold. I arrived at midday and rain bucketed down on us, soaking my coat and the cushion I was going to sit on. We rearranged the wet signs and candles, letting people know that we were holding a vigil for you, precious Earth. My friend Sarah and I joyfully chanted for you as
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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