Today is World Oceans Day. I live in Cincinnati, nowhere near an ocean, so why should I care? Here are just a few reasons why we ALL should care:
The world’s oceans:
Generates most of the oxygen we breathe
Helps feed us
Regulates our climate
Cleans the water we drink
Offers a pharmacopeia of potential medicines
Provides limitless inspiration!
And in the picture above those are my feet sticking out as I take in the wondrous view of the ocean. Landlocked as I am, I really appreciate, no I NEED time near the water. The gently lapping waves, the beautiful colors, the sun reflecting off the water, its magical.
I want to do what I can to preserve this incredible resource, and I hope you do too. One of the ways we can all help is to Take the Better Bag Challenge. According to http://www.worldoceansday.org, “More than 8 million tons of plastic trash end up in the ocean every year, including millions of disposable plastic bags. Plastic trash is choking our ocean, and 80% of it comes from land.” The plastic trash, “…chokes and kills animals like sea turtles, whales and sea birds—animals think they’re food…Plastics floating in the ocean are “sponges” for concentrated toxins.” The challenge is to not take any disposable plastic bags for a whole year. I am already a reusable bag user, but now I am going to increase my efforts. Imagine the impact if people across the world dedicated themselves to using reusable bags.
In honor of World Oceans Day, my blog theme for the week will be water. Water plays such an important role in our lives, including that little thing like keeping us alive. I am grateful that I can enjoy a glass of water from the tap, take a shower, and water my plants so they can thrive and provide endless hours of beauty for me to behold. Let’s keep in our thoughts and prayers those around the world that are not as fortunate.
I think a great way to honor our awesome oceans is to share a poem:
Twilight on the Beach
by: Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)
The crimson glory of the setting sun
Hath lain a moment on the ocean’s breast,
Till twilight shadows, gathering one by one,
Bring us the tidings, day is gone to rest.
Far out upon the waters, like a veil,
The mists of evening rise and stretch away
Between the horizon and the distant sail,
And earth and sea are clothed in sombre gray.
The tide comes higher up the smooth, wide beach,
Singing the song it has for ages sung;
Recedes, and carries far beyond our reach
The freight my idle hands have seaward flung.
Over the white-capped waves the seagulls soar
With heavy-flapping wing and restless cry,
As darkness spreads its deeper mantle o’er
The changing shadows of the twilight sky.
No voice but mine to mingle with the sound
Of ocean’s melody–as one by one
The stars light up the vast concave around,
And live the glory that is never done.
Still higher creeps the tide with subtle power,
And still the waves advance with sullen roar;
But with the last faint gleam of twilight hour
I turn me homeward from the lonely shore.