I just love the ocean so much, stormy or still, wild or calm, taking a long leisurely walk on the empty beach during soft rain or swimming in sunny weather. I am a child of the ocean. Well, an old child. A child battered by life’s storms.

But I seek the ocean when I need space, healing or answers. The beauty of the shoreline, the creatures of the rock pools, the waves – they heal my hurt caused by callous people. They calm my soul. So I want to protect the ocean in turn. But I am just one person.

My voice is not enough. I love, I admire, I absorb, I sigh.

I admire, I pick up litter, I report, I educate. I try.  

Low tide, although beautiful to look at, unfortunately exposes the secrets and the vulnerabilities of my beloved ocean. They have nowhere to hide, nowhere to go. This is where they live. This is where they get hurt when exposed. If I am not there to help them. I helped this small octopus, but will he survive? Has he been hurt too badly? Go well little one. Be safe, be free.

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