Poets write about the sea. An excerpt from a poem of Thanksgiving written by Ernesto Cardenal:
“Coloured flowers blooming in the bottom of the sea,
diatoms and diadems of the Antilles
Like a rose of diamonds, let all these
and the unended maritime fauna
praise the Lord, and the Tropic of Cancer
storms of the North Atlantic and the Humboldt current,…”
This morning I woke up thinking about the ocean. I actually think about the ocean whenever I use anything that is made of plastic. Or when I dispose of plastic. The use of plastic has become insidious in our world. We know that it sits in landfills and doesn’t break down. It pollutes our ocean waters, harming the sea life. I look for alternatives to plastic.
One of this countries wise ancestors is biologist, conservationist and writer, Rachel Carson.
Her book, The Sea Around Us, was prophetic. In the chapter, The Gray Beginnings, Rachel Carson sets the scene for the unfolding story of our earth. I appreciate this introduction to her thesis.
“Beginnings are apt to be shadowy, and so it is with the beginnings of that great mother of life, the sea. Many people have debated how and when the earth got its ocean, and it is not surprising that their explanations do not always agree. For the plain and inescapable truth is that no one was there to see, and in the absence of eyewitness accounts there is bound to be a certain amount of disagreement. So if I tell here the story of how the young planet Earth acquired an ocean, it must be a story pieced together from many sources and containing whole chapters the details of which we can only imagine. The story is founded on the testimony of the earth’s most ancient rocks, which were young when the earth was young; on other evidence written on the face of the earth’s satellite, the moon; and on hints contained in the history of the sun and the whole universe of star-filled space. For although no man was there to witness this cosmic birth, the stars and moon and rocks were there, and, indeed, had much to do with the fact that there is an ocean.”
from The Sea Around Us by Rachel Carson
When you read this quote from Rachel Carson, what is stirred up in you about our earth’s beginnings and ” that great mother of life, the sea,” as Rachel aptly refers to the ocean? How do you acknowledge your connection to the sea?