Dear Mother Ocean/The Seven Seas/The Big Blue,
This letter is long overdue, because in all this time I don’t think I’ve ever stopped to say thank you.
Thanks for all the good times. Thanks for all the good waves.
Thanks for being so enthralling and for captivating me ever since I can remember, for being so full of wonder and living up to all of the hype. Thanks for always keeping a little back to keep me guessing though, wondering what’s still hiding beneath the surface.
Thank you for always being there, wherever I go; you’re always there when I look out of the window in the morning and you’re still there at the end of the day and I find your constant presence comforting. It’s so nice of you to give the sun a place to sleep at night.
Thank you for making the “sea air” and the positive ions that blow on the wind, keeping me cheerful.
Thank you for being so floaty.
Thank you for getting me from A to B so often, for allowing me to get around a bit and see other places.
Thanks for being so accepting, supportive and accommodating, but thanks also for scaring me. Whenever I get a bit too big for my boots you’re always there to put me back in my box and keep me humble. Sometimes you terrify me, other times you bounce me off the bottom, hold me under, pull my limbs in wrong directions and disorientate me, but I know that it’s all for my own good. I have enormous respect for you, more than I can articulate here.
When we have a bad day and don’t quite see eye to eye I know that more often than not it’s the wind’s fault, not yours.
Thanks for making my landings soft.
Thanks for dinner the other night, and for all those other times that you’ve provided me with something to eat.
Cheers for letting me wash in your waves. And for being such a good wake-up, I’d rather you than a cup of coffee any day.
I really like the way you’re always cool on a hot day and, most of the time, not as cold as the air in winter. You’re never as extreme in your temperatures and I really like that. On that note, nice one for regulating global temperatures.
Good work absorbing all of the carbon that humans release, I’m sorry that the job has fallen largely on you to do. I’m sorry too, on behalf of the human race, for all of the plastic. For what it’s worth I try to do my bit to remove the bits that I see from in and around you and I know many others do too.
Thank you for being there when I need a bit of quiet time to sit and reflect, for helping me to find the answers that I seek and not passing judgment on me.
Thanks for always being more interesting to watch than TV.
Thanks for all of the beach treasure, the shells and the seaglass and webbles that you make, the flotsam and jetsam that you carry to shore. Thanks for making sand, even though it fills my pockets and always ends up in my bed. It’s a nice little reminder that I always take away with me.
Thank you for delivering messages in bottles.
Thanks for being such a great horizon.
Thank you for giving me focus, drive and purpose. Thank you for giving me so many good memories.
Thanks for being such a good friend.
I appreciate it all more than you know.
- Quiet Sunday afternoon, Playa Garza, Costa Rica
- Under the sea, North Shore Oahu, Hawaii
- Geographe Bay, WA
- School of baitfish, Hawaii
- Serenity, Sri Lanka
- Playing with the waves, Cabarita, Australia
- Sunset at Playa Guiones, Costa Rica
- The infamous "Neptune at Horta" - better than TV.