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When We Grew Up #AtoZChallenge

We all wanted to be a lot of things when we grew up. We’ve all dreamt of being many things. I know I did.

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Librarian. Artist. Doctor/ Nurse. Psychologist. Novelist/writer. Bookstore owner. Travel blogger. Author/speaker.

The A to Z Challenge – M is for Marine biology

I now dream of a career in writing, but once I dreamt of studying to become a marine biologist. I loved/love the ocean and all creatures within, so so much, that I wish I could have done better in science and somehow become someone who could study marine ecosystems and make a difference to the oceans and everything living in them.

I didn’t do too well in science and I am afraid of boats. Always have been. I believe I carry a healthy, respectful fear of the sea. Its immensity makes me feel as small as anything else ever could. Yet, I am utterly fascinated by it and everything existing in it.

I want to study jellyfish.

I want to study dolphins, whales, sharks, sea turtles, rays, from the smallest organism to the blue whale. I love it all.

We sometimes must admit that we won’t ever be what we once dreamed of, but I keep the faith I might one day get to write about the ocean, even if I will never study it scientifically.

***This is my first year of joining the A to Z Challenge and so I’ve decided to post randomly, as a way for new visitors to my blog to get to know me a little better. I look forward to discovering some interesting new blogs too.

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History, Kerry's Causes, Memoir and Reflections

Human Rights Day 2014: Fragility

“Nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could.”

Sting, Fragile, YouTube

When I hear this version of the above song I always think of the IMAX film Sting wrote and performed the soundtrack for.

Starring my beloved dolphins: it was about the ocean and I sat in a theatre in Niagara Falls several years ago and was in awe.

The music and the lyrics touched me and moved me, not just because the enormity of something like an ocean dumbfounded me, but because I felt so completely tiny and insignificant in the vastness of everything.

The idea of the ocean has always beckoned because of all this, because I love it so much, but on a day such as this:

The United Nation’s designated HUMAN RIGHTS DAY, December 10, 2014,

I want to highlight Sting’s words and specifically the line from above.

I feel so small and insignificant on days such as this, but I especially like the theme of the 2014 Human Rights Day: everyday should be a day for human rights!

I wish I could shout this to the world because I know what I say here will only reach a minuscule segment of it, but I write this anyway.

I wish I could shake the world into finding respect for all human beings.

After thousands of years of the horrible things humans have done to one another and after two world wars.

The UN declared December 10th Human Rights Day in 1950, highlighting this with the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

How many lives have been lost and human rights infringed upon since that time?

Whether it’s all the division and unrest in the US right now, in the midst of several disturbing incidence between young black boys/men and white law enforcement.

After what happened here in Ottawa, Canada’s capital, with the senseless killing of Nathan Cirillo on Parliament Hill.

Or in addition and by expansion, with ISIS and in the middle East.

The admissions of the CIA and their torture tactics revealed.

Whether it’s the growing racism in countries in Europe, all these years after such blemishes on our world as the Nazi regime’s atrocities.

Racism. Terrorism. Sexism. I don’t care. I want it all to stop!

Discrimination of Native people in my own country in the past and still now in the present.

, the helplessness and uselessness I feel living still as a woman with a disability in the 21st century.

Or all of the above.

I want more for us all. Much much more than the status quo.

“Nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could.”

I repeat this line from the start of this post because I can’t help tearing up when I think of it or hear it sung and my heart hurts so much, which leads me to write this now, as it’s all I have to do to even attempt to quell the hurt I feel.

I hear variations of the above stories I speak of, on the news every night, and I want to reach out and shut off my television, not wanting to hear any more.

I feel like I must fight for my rights and I know others are fighting more desperately for theirs.

It’s on days like this when I am just so so sick and tired of fighting.

Be kind to one another. Please!

As tough as a large portion of our world thinks they are and tries to portray themselves to be to the rest of us, I know the title of this song to be true.

Fragile. That’s all we really are.

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Kerry's Causes, Poetry, Special Occasions

World Oceans Day, 2014

From coast to coast, I would travel
from frozen Arctic to tropical southern waters,
Coves, bays, reefs
Others would love and respect all of this like I do:
Its awesome power and humbling fragility
None of us can tame it
While all of us must treat it with care.
Moonlit flat surface, which storms soon chern up with mighty winds.
Down below, the sun shines through, only to a point
Blackness thereafter envelops all things in darkness.
I would make friends with the dolphins and study their behaviours.
Wanting only to make life better for them.
As blind as we all up on land are
This planet’s waters becoming our garbage dumps
Will come back to bite us all.
I would vow to devote my life to the sea
From the depths of my soul to the depths of the deepest ocean trenches.
On this day I honour you and all you’ve brought to my life.
Thank you for your inspiration and the peace you bring me.
Instead of studying you as a scientist would,
I use my ability to write about you,
To hopefully do some good.

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Another place, another time,
Where fear of the water, science, and vision loss weren’t impediments of mine.

Your force, the currents and the tides.
Wash in and out, back and forth…oh the secrets you hide.

the vast openness, no land to be seen for miles upon miles.
shoreline run jagged and barren a long while.

Wailing gulls, I heed your cries.
Looking from where the water stops, the horizon meets the skies.

I would write only about the oceans, drawing on so much beauty within.
A soothing hush as the waves roll in.

And out again they go.
I both am drawn to you and fear you, pulled down by your undertow.

So whether another lifetime or a dream I’ve had before:
You and I will forever stay connected,
As I stand at your shores.

What mysteries await us, down deep on your sea floor.
If I were meant to study Marine Biology,
Oh how I would long to explore.

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