If the ocean could speak, so many secrets would surface. Sunken ships, lost treasures, buried bones, buried secrets – if only she could speak. Maybe she does speak and we just don’t listen. Let’s start to listen to Mother Ocean.
“I have heard your call.”
Thank you for reading and please check out my current books:
Tree Leaves in Wolf’s Maw: Poetry, philosophy, photography
Static: Prelude to Evolution: Mental illness and recovery