In Celebration of National Surf Day!

Sunday was National Surf Day & Father's Day and our little group made the trip to the shore at Mile Marker 12 (which has since been assigned a new number) and enjoyed ourselves.  Here is Chey practicing her surf skills.  I imagine her in 10 years as a little surfer girl, seeking the perfect wave where ever it takes her.  

And still I follow the news about the spill and that underwater cam that shows the oil gushing minute by minute and I wonder what the ocean will look like when she is that age.  Will it be as beautiful as it is on this day?  Will the water be blue?  Will it be safe?  What is going to become of the beach that we love so much, not just on this coast but all over the State of Florida.  Every drop of that oil will have some kind of impact.  The truth of what that will be, we cannot know now - and certainly the experts don't know either.  

We have to continue to pray for a miracle.

As a symbolic gesture of unity, this Saturday there will be an event, Hands Across the Sand - Jupiter!  There is a link below to attend the event via Facebook.  It is a very simple concept: 

Protecting our beaches is as easy as 1-2-3
STEP 1 - Go to the beach at 11:30 AM for one hour, rain or shine.
STEP 2 - Join hands for 15 minutes at 12:00 forming lines in the sand against oil drilling in our coastal waters.
STEP 3 - Leave only your footprints.

Hope you can join us for a show of solidarity of all of us who care about our beautiful shores and crystal blue waters.  Maybe together we can invoke a miracle!

Hands Across the Sand - Jupiter!

Peace, Baby, Peace!

Can you see the tiny footprints inside the peace sign?  To me that is what makes this a true work of art.  Some creative genius made this on Vero Beach before I happened along and I was feeling pretty blessed to get to see it before the tide came in a washed it completely away.  The artist had spelled out Peace Baby Peace below the actual symbol.  It is almost the antithesis of "Drill Baby Drill" and a reminder of the ill-conceived ideology that got us to the place where we now fear the worst for our beaches.  I feel the need to visualize the best possible outcome, despite my fears.  For those who have already seen the oil drench their homes and their wildlife, I hope that a miracle is not too much to expect.  And for the tiny feet that made the prints in this piece of art, I pray that their world will not be ruined by the damage man has done.  And can the oil please stop gushing now?