In my last entry I talked about the impact bottled water has on the ocean. One easy way for us to help heal the ocean is to properly recycle our plastic water bottles and ideally reduce the amount of bottled water we purchase.
Time being as it is, I seem to be having difficulty posting a daily piece and I did promise 25 ways you may help heal the ocean in honor of the upcoming Malibu Triathlon I am entered in along with my team mates from Team Oceana.
I hope to write some more but just in case the Triathlon sneaks up on me sooner than expected some ideas anyone may do to help heal our oceans, lakes and rivers!
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The 2009 Malibu Triathlon is 25 days away I thought it an opportune moment to share 25 ways we may all contribute to healing our Oceans. I will be participating in the triathlon with Team Oceana and you may help both myself and Oceana heal the ocean with your tax deductible donation HERE. There are also ways that you may contribute at home and throughout your day. Reducing your plastic consumption is a Great start!
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Watching the television and seeing the brilliant green trees and grass surrounding the Indianapolis Speedway I ease back into my midwest space. The Indy 500 is an international race that is one of the great all American annual events, a Memorial Day weekend tradition, an Indiana institution. I love the Indy 500. 
The traditions inherent with the Indy 500 include an integration of observance of our soldiers, particularly those we have said our sorrowful goodbyes to in this life. 300,000 fans pack the Speedway and all rise as our national anthem is sung. It is followed by the presentation of arms and 21 gun salute. As a kid it always rained in the morning on Memorial Day. I thought it was the neatest thing as it was the tears of the fallen in heaven raining down on us, reminding us not to forget the sacrifices made on my behalf. By afternoon the sun would clear its way through the raindrops and I would dance on wet moss in the forest with the sun on my back. I grew up and had the privilege of attending the Indy 500 and recall it almost always rained on Sunday, several times it rained into Monday. Most of the time though the rain would clear and they would dry the tracks with giant jet engine like machines. Again, I thought it was the neatest thing. Tears from heaven but only for a short while. Soon the would clear and the sunshine would warm our bodies and charge our optimism for better days.
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I remember a time when the written word was precious as the unique ink it was penned in. Before laptops, notebooks and broken language leveled the emotional life bound within the folded paper of the carefully penned note.
It is a world of acronyms and text messages. Quick. Precise. Without soul, lacking intention.
The soothing tunes coursing through my headphones settled my nerves as I jumped aboard the train on my way to the next job. I crack open my book of the day. I look forward to the moments I spend on the train. It is a speedy transportation meant to get me from Point A to Point B as quickly as possible. It truly is just a moment in the day but it is my moment. Just as my eyes begin to jump into the text of my book I notice the woman across from me.
Godiva chocolate bag in her lap, she has a stack of small, yellow papers in her hand. Wet from the rain I can see some of the ink has ran. A handwritten letter? Extinct species found alive!
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