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

Dear Earth, today you are wearing bolts of soft drizzle and they suit you, your features are blurred and gentle. The thirsty ground is soaking itself happy. Read More

Dear Earth, this morning your skies are astounding – a vast inverted bowl of delicate stratoculumus, lit up from below by horizontal shards of tangerine. Underneath, hillocks are boats in the ghostly mist. Read More

Dear Earth, how can we possibly enjoy you?

Much of you is poisoned, dear Earth. Your forests are thinning like hair. Many of your glorious species are fading into history. Your cloak of weather is whipping more and more crazily around you. When we take the science into our hearts and see what we have done, when we begin to grieve, how can Read More

Dear Earth, we are born wounded.

Maybe our grandfather was shamed when his pudgy two year old arms reached out, and he learnt to spit hate at his own need. Maybe our great grandmother was shut in the cupboard for hours at a time, and monsters grew in the dark. Further back: oppression breeding oppression, the horror of war, silent sexual Read More

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