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I’m so happy I get to make another series to this song and here’s hoping for many more to come…..

Huge thanks to the staff at for their time, kindness, and incredible care for these animals. So many of these turtles wouldn’t stand a chance without them. And now they’re more ready than ever to go hunt down some jellyfish. 🪼

And without further ado, these sea turtles are hot to go back into the Atlantic :)🐢🌊💅

A little whale watching season update, science, and some thoughts….

Whales migrate thousands of miles each year, leaving behind only a ripple, a splash, and the fading imprint of their powerful fluke churning on the ocean’s surface.

Whales are the earths biggest climate activists and they do their part just by p**ping! Whale p**p is the perfect fertilizer for phytoplankton. These tiny ocean plants capture 40% of our carbon dioxide emissions. When whales die, their bodies sink to the bottom of the sea floor which is known as a whale fall, storing carbon and nourishing all different types of life below.

Meanwhile, I see how humans choke rivers, acidify the ocean and atmosphere and drowning the earth in microplastics, noise, and light pollution.

We humans can’t seem to touch anything without leaving a scar. When we die we will leave nothing behind but a scorched earth and a new generation forced to inherit a dying world.

Nature knows her balance. We remain deaf to her quiet voice. She is patiently waiting for us, for you, and for me take notice and to learn.

Mother and calf spinning in
the Caribbean blue
Sunlight cuts through the sea
fracturing into a million prisms
From each playful splash of the calf

I floated there, weightless,
A guest in their world
A whisper in their rhythm

But above the waves
Sat someone who should know better
Who had built a life on the oceans back
Yet still demanded it bow to her

A naturalist by name
But in practice petty, spoiled, small,
Arms crossed, lips curled,

Every wonder handed to her
Yet never enough….

She wanted the sea on her schedule
The whales at her command
Expectations set higher than the masts
And when the world didn’t bend for her
She snapped
like a child denied candy at checkout
she sputtered and flailed
Grasping for dignity and found none

Just an echo of her own ugliness, bouncing back across the waves

But the whales kept dancing
mercifully as ever
Kept spinning
Kept singing their ancient songs

And those of us,
who still had wonder
Who hadn’t forgot
Who still knew how to listen
Who celebrated any gift from the sea
Danced right alongside with them

I’m grateful the sea has never learned to listen to people like her