Dear Earth, how can we possibly enjoy you?
On 29th October 2019 by SatyaMuch 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
Dear Earth, we are born wounded.
On 28th October 2019 by SatyaMaybe 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
Dear Earth, I am greedy.
On 27th October 2019 by SatyaWhen I was a child my mum would make pancakes as a special treat. One for me, one for my little brother. One for me, one for my little brother. I hated the time it took for the pale creamy batter to take on golden patterns, be flipped, and appear on my plate with sharp
Dear Earth, this is the grief.
On 25th October 2019 by SatyaThis is the grief I found like an underwater lake, vast and luminous. This is the grief that wakes me at 4 a.m. to stare at the ceiling, my heart trembling. This is the grief that follows me with a shadow of guilt. It has a bright lining of anger, and every so often it
Dear Earth, what should I do now?
On 20th October 2019 by SatyaThis rebellion is over. What should I do now? I have struggled with this question for most of my life. I have a tendency to take on too much – to cram too many appointments into my diary, and squeeze in too many responsibilities. I gasp for air around the edges, and yet when blank
Dear Earth, it’s too late.
On 18th October 2019 by SatyaThis morning I wanted to write something that would bring us all together, dear Earth, in our shared desire to heal you. And then I remembered that it was too late. There are already people who think that the way we’re doing things is wrong. There are people from within our movement who disagree gravely
Dear Earth, I kiss your skin.
On 16th October 2019 by SatyaI kiss the furry forehead of my cat as I stoop to his purring gratitude. I kiss the rim of my speckled stoneware mug, full of golden tea. I kiss the face of my phone which connects me to so many. I kiss the softness of my husband’s neck. I blow kisses to mountain tops,