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From A Stable to Glory
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From A Stable to Glory

Hail Bravehearts

Rejoice!  A wondrous gift is given.  Rejoice!  Joy to the world!

Hail, you awesome humans.  This is a time for joy, for merriment, for laughter and good cheer.  Joy to all the world, a precious child is born.  Fill your lives with love and laughter, fill your lives with joy and kindness.  This great day, is a blessing to us.  Christmas day is upon us.

The happiness of gifts put under a tree, the stocking is hung for a sprightly elf, the lights blaze with colour to light our way.  Joy and goodwill is everywhere.

A breath of cold wind, blows in from the north.  A star is shining brightly, to light a path to follow.  A star of wonder, still shining today, to light the path of a saint with a sleigh.  How wonderful to carry a tradition so far, that it still fills us with delight, centuries later.

Hail Santa, you wonderful being, as saint of special quality and power.  Who are you, you fabulous gift bearer?  Santa Clause, Saint Nicolas, Sinter Klaas, Kris Kringle, Father Christmas, Pere Noel, El Nino Jesus.  Your names are many, but all somewhat the same.  A great, powerful saint from centuries past, with compassion, kindness and generosity.  A story of miracles which lasted well past his death. The story of Saint Nicolas is a fascinating tale of miraculous deeds, awesome power, raising the dead  and generosity.  It’s a story of kindness to the poor, and an amazing connection through prayer, that helps him to restore life.  It’s a fabulous story of Christian charity, with good works to the poor and amazing feats.

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2013/12/131219-santa-claus-origin-history-christmas-facts-st-nicholas/  The Origin of Santa Claus.

From the life of an ancient Christian, saint, from the 3rd century, comes a marvelous Christmas story of a jolly old man, who we love so dearly.  Santa and his reindeer, travelling to us and bringing us gifts from the north pole.  Dear Santa, like the saint of old, who will fill your stocking with gifts of treasure.  A merry old gent who spends his year making gifts for all of us all over the world.

On this one day of gift giving, the whole world units in the peace and love of the Christ child.  Holy birth, special songs.  Sing, all you Angels, sing!  The joy and wonder of this holy night, a special gift to this weary world.  A gift of hope, of love and kindness, a gift of goodwill and miracles.

Save the poor.  No one starves.  Chase the cold and dark away.  Lucky are we to be saved today.  Lucky are we to have Christmas.

Saints and merriment, joy and happiness.  This great new day is upon us.  Happy Birthday to our glorious king!

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

December 24, 2015

This Darkest Day
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This Darkest Day

 

Hail, oh you awesome ones.

The winter solstice is upon us, the shortest day of the year.  The longest night, the darkest day.

http://www.usatoday.com/story/tech/sciencefair/2015/12/20/winter-solstice-first-day-of-winter/77667242/  The Winter Solstice

A multitude of shiny lights, shine a path of glittery colours as we walk through the town.  Christmas lights, Christmas joy, the night will fade and pass as we cover our homes with bright lights and dazzling displays of colour, to greet you.  The longest night becomes the most brilliant night as we pass along the streets, admiring the creativity and the view.

The sleepy Earth covers her head with a soft blanket of snow and we, on the surface rise to the grandeur of the holiday season.  It is with great joy, that we welcome this darkest night, and we sing the praises of the divine.  It is with great joy that we welcome this holiday season and sing the praises of the creator.  This most awesome dark night, this most awesome short day, will start a holiday time of peace, sharing and goodwill.  This most awesome winter solstice, will mark the start of a journey to celebration of joy most high.  The joy of the great divine.  The joy of song, of merriment, of laughter, of togetherness.

Hail, all you brave ones.  The journey to peace and happiness starts with your courage to pursue it, your unrelenting devotion to it. Hail all you brave ones, this shortest of days is a praiseworthy day.  A day to sing, to turn on the Christmas lights, to light the way for others.  This is the great, high holiday season, full of light, brightness and joy.  It starts with the shortest day, the longest night, the most dark and the most joyous, festive season.  This is a good day. No, a great day.  This day is a blessing to us.

Shine your lights, oh joyous merrimakers.  Sing and play and rejoice!  The holiday season is upon us. Fill your day with grateful praises, fill your lives with love and sharing, fill your homes with warmth and friendship.  These long, dark days of winter are a wonderful time of celebration.

Bright lights, sparking streets, festive  homes, good cheer, good will, joy!  This is the season of joy!

Snow, you dark and blizzardy sky, bring us the storms of winters night.  We step out into the cold and smile.  The winter.  A fabulously special time of year, with fun, celebration, holiday, good cheer and snow.

Inside each warm and comfortable home, stockings hang by the fire.  A tree is erected with lights and ornaments, bright and cheerful, festive and fun.   The home smells of baking and holiday making, the fire lights our path.  We sing with praises and gladness.  This dark, long night, gives us a great gift.  It gives us winter!  It starts with a holiday, so immense that the whole world sings.  It gives us praises to the great divine and praises to the one on high.  We, the world of mortal beings, rise in song and celebration.  Hail, you most brilliant being, light our world on this dark day and rise to sing and dance with us. For joy and celebration is upon us and we rejoice in it.  Blessed winter, blessed holiday, blessed  holy one.

Sing, all you wonderful ones, for on this short and dark day, we are given a gift of great tidings.  We are given a holiday, a celebration and a miracle.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

December 21, 2015

Action!
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Action!

Hail, you awesome human

For beauty is as beauty does and you all do it so well.  Test your skills and competitive edge, test your knowledge and constant training, test your fortitude and your companionship, test your ability to train and command.  Hail, all you beauties.  The judges watch in eager support, the crowd cheers at the dare devil within and the champion of this match is an unrivaled and much heralded success.  Glory and honour to this golden crown, the skills of the beauty are unsurpassed.  A pageant queen that has never been questioned.  No one disputes the necessity of this  test, or the rights of these women to compete.

A test of skills and nerve and fortitude, an inspiration to all who watch and to those who jealously eye the crown.  The secret to success is the fabulously well trained body and the perfection of the match.

He listens closely  to the voice in his ear and responds immediately to the command.  A match of perfect unison as they plunge headlong into the race.  Over and over, the practice was perfect, now only to attain the unbeatable speed  that will send them on to victory.  Hours of training, hours spend in competition, train your body, train your mind and harness the superior beast.

Quietly down in the rolling countryside, where a days work begins at dawn and life is a routine of milking the cows, feeding the chickens and harvesting the crops.  The peaceful country life, ideally set in the picturesque landscape.  A life, so seemingly simple, that anyone could do it.

Canadian Cowboys’ Association Ladies Barrel Racing Highlights- Canadian Western Agribition

at http://www.RodeoCanada.com, from http://www.youtube.ca

But from that land of simple charm, comes an athlete of a different proportion.  Tall in the saddle, high in their ability, the twosome walk into center stage.  The drama unfolds.  Like their forefathers of yesteryear, the cowboy is still the same.  A bull rider, a bronco buster ,a  barrel racer, a calf roper and a highly skilled athlete.

Now it is the ladies turn, a competition of their own.  To train and command the powerful  horse and to demand the speed and agility for this course.

The quiet of the country, so peaceful and so dreamy.  Where all of the rush of the  rodeo comes from.  A country life with it’s own unique culture, it’s own unique identity, privileges and heroes.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

October 27, 2015

The Quiet of the County
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The Quiet of the County

Hail Bravehearts

To bravery and skill and monumental tasks, to competition and necessity and getting the job done.  Those were the days of heady exploration, of building a country of home on the range.  Those were the days of cattle drives and opening up the land.  The days of ranching, homesteading and the cowboy.

Those were our yesterdays.  But still, in the quiet of the land, in the rolling countryside, in the far off place where only the dirt roads go, lies the key to our past and our splendid present, the future still holds this truth.  The land of the cowboy, where steer wresting and bronco busting fills a part of their daily lives.

Rise to the songs of the livestock rustling, of the wind blowing through the fields and the quiet of dawn. The world sleeps at this hour, but the morning sun is rising and the daily chores must be done.  Oh lonesome cowboy, of song and spirit, the day calls to you to earn your daily bread.  Come out to the pasture, a new day is calling, come out to a day’s work of home on the range.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nht3bMUebzI  mini bronc at the Edson Stampede

The chickens proudly display their treasure, a new gift of food to their delighted owner.  Chuckling and prancing their days work is done, as a new egg lies gleaming in the early morning sun.  The cattle line up in their stalls eagerly waiting, their milk has come and it must be taken.  Their gift, their treasure, more food for the farmer.  The family farm where no one starves.  The fields grow tall with grains for bread and a days work of harvesting lies just ahead.  The fruit tree ripens and sends it’s gifts to us, the bounty of the harvest lies in the basket.  A forage through the garden reveals the tasty lettuce, the carrots and spinach awaiting the platter, a days work is done when the weeds are pulled and the  ground is bursting with delicious, nutritional plants.  No more the hungry, no more the worry, the life of the farm is wholesome and ready.

At the end of the day, when the sun still shines brightly, brings a time for rest and relaxation.  A time for the energizing sport of the days of yesteryear, a time when the cowboy and ranching and riding filled their lives.   Livestock herding and breeding and taming the wild.  That horse out yonder, who must be rode, that sport for dollars and it makes sense, if you know their custom and their culture, the rodeo is a must.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3M4xhx42tc  Saddle Bronc Ride at the Calgary Stampede 2015

Ride,  you sportsmen, ride.  Break that wild horse, who  must listen.  Tame the beast to be your own and ride, for your life, you cowboy, ride!  It is not just  sport, it is not just a test, it is the taming of the wild as the horse must be ridden and taught to do a job.  From here, the training persists and the quiet of the country fills with the joy of yet another day in the saddle.

 

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

October 10, 2015

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Ironman Day

Hail Bravehearts!

To formidable strength on this great day.  Hail to perseverance, to dedication, to repetition, to study, to achievement  and to your success.

Hail bravehearts to a day of glorious competition, to enormous effort, to personal bests and to the fortitude of your fabulous minds and bodies.

Here it is, the day is now and now your hard work and training will pay of with the supreme efforts of your glorious bodies.  Strong and mighty, hard and flexible, the body responds to the focus of your determined mind and obeys the call with duty to the will of the master.  Be the master, oh champions of sport.  This is not a small feat for mankind, but a fabulous recognition of the power of sport, the power of competition, of sportsmanship, of culture and of dedication.  Sport is a world of it’s own and the masters of these worlds are  formidable, well disciplined competitors.

Powerful bodies, powerful minds.  The repetition, the demands, the focus for this achievement is far beyond the call of the ordinary mind.  Push, push yourselves to the extreme.  Extend your limits.  Rise and fly.  Stretch and feel the strong response of well conditioned muscles ready for this day.  Muscles of steel, fire in your blood, reflexes sharpened to a cutting edge.  Over and over, the practised body has learned to obey the masterful mind.  The tireless demand of the focused mind, in control.  Yes, body, you will obey and shine in this athletic event.  Yes, body, you will obey your master.

Hard work and training is the order of this day as competitors flock to yet another outstanding athletic event.  Yet another difficult and strenuous day of championship competition in the great outdoors.  Awesome human, with minds so clear, so focused and so persistent.  Awesome human with bodies so strong, so flexible, so nourished and so light.  The strength of your training will show off on this day and you fly with the wind and soar.

Flex those strong muscles, this is no easy challenge and no one will accept defeat.  Swim, bike, run!  These sporting events  draw sports enthusiasts and athletic champions to outstanding areas all throughout the country.  A world class destination, for a world class competition.

Praises almighty ones.  The course is your focus, your mind and body are partners, locked in together to present to the world, the cutting edge of will and determination.  Perform, strong body.  Meet this goal.  Be the champion.

These athletes come from all walks of life, from ages young and old, from young adult to seniors, flocking to these events for prove the stamina of mind and body.  To prove the ageless fortitude of a good, well disciplined team of mind and body.  Perform!  calls the mind.  And on this great day in sports and Canadian culture, your fabulous body will respond to your perfect mind. ” Oh master, I will!”

http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman/canada/athletes/course.aspx#axzz3h0uK3PHm

 

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

July 26, 2015

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Ironman, Whistler BC, 2015

Good Day Bravehearts!

Are you brave enough?

Here in the pristine wilderness of Whistler BC, the home to our awesome and outstanding Whistler ski area, is the championship Ironman race.  Swim. bike, run.

http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman/canada.aspx#axzz3gri9kK6r

Come to Canada.  This is where our hearts are.  In the rugged and pristine, the scenic and superb.  A wilderness resort to stretch your athletic limbs in.  The Whistler resort in British Columbia is one of Canada’s finest winter ski areas.  Full of fabulous terrain and fabulous snow!  The village is alive with shops, hotels, restaurants and fun.  A fabulous place for ski, apres ski and winter fun.

Now, for the summer.  Take the plunge into a pristine lake and swim to your hearts content.  Ride your bike along the roadways and run and run, you stellar athletes.  Run and run for miles.  Stretch you legs in this grand event and stretch your minds to the tune of roughly 150 miles of rugged, hard working endurance competition.

You’re at your best! You’ve trained for months.  At last the day has come and you, almighty ones will be the champions of this day.  A day for you.  An unrivaled day of strength, endurance, attitude and training.  You have done enough, you have done it all, you have stretched your minds to the limits of this event.  Now, you must stretch your bodies and will your strength to obey your determined and focused mind.

Superb, superior ones, this day is a day set aside just for you.  Prove that your concentration was intent enough, prove that your coaching and training was consistent with this goal, prove that your diet was perfect and that your perfectly tuned body will not starve, will not cave, will not stumble, overheat, faint, or die from this exertion.  Prove to us and to yourselves, all you awesome, inspiring heroes, that this fantastic day, is a day that everyday champions are made of.

A stellar day, a day of strength and might, a day of exertion, stamina and speed.  Fly you almighty ones.  Show us your courage, your focus and your training.  Your fine aptitude for this race will place you among the best of the best.  A difficult test of mixed training, mixed muscle building, mind set and mind control.  A steady diet of perfected nutritional content.  A steady mix of muscle building for strength, flexibility and endurance.  A steady focus of determination, willful purpose, command and obey.

Today, you will show us, all of us, your awesome mind, your perfect body, your superb control.

Hail to you, almighty ones.  Today is the day for your victory and for ours.  Stellar athlete in superior competition, you win, with  your entry and your finish, you win!  You, the awesome inspiration of that attitude that makes you grand.  A grand performance, a grand champion and a grand victory.

We watch you in delight.  This is your great adventure. You are the heroes of today.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

July 24, 2015

Perform
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Perform

Hail Bravehearts!

To this awesome new day.  To feel the strength of your bodies, that perfect stance, those well tuned muscles

, that poise, focus and concentration.   Hail, bravehearts, to this glorious new day.  To the joy of the day that you’ve trained for, the day of your challenge, your competition, your glory day.  Awesome in might, in endurance and strength.  Inspiring in grace, in balance and poise.  Stunning in focus, concentration and determination.  This is the glory day, the day that you rise for, the day that your have trained for and the day that you live for.  Today! Again that step for mankind, where the limits are set, only to be upset, attained, only to be surpassed.  A victory for one, but also for us all, as mankind sweeps our way to another unbeatable, unstoppable success.

http://panam.cbc.ca/

The human body is a triumph of performance precision.  A miracle of repetative motion that becomes the dutiful reflex.  Training, training, training, push those muscles to their limits, focus on the outcome, the pain will vanish and in its place is yet another performance triumph. One small step, breathe.  Don’t forget to breathe.

Where will your body take you on this great day?  Will you fly to the top of your visual peak?  Will you dare to reach the pinnacle of your focus?  Who will you be today?  That mighty champion of athletic success, that awesome human, of wondrous courage.  That hero who guides us and holds us spellbound.  Cheers and applause to you almighty ones, as the grand adventure of this day, holds magic and charms, surprises and prizes.  

Wondrous feats of courage and daring, strength and flexibility.  The world at your feet, praising and waving.  A fabulous day, a fabulous win, a fabulous proud day of exertion and might.  Hail to you, almighty ones, on this glorious day of grand endings, to a notion of fine and fabulous beginnings.  Who chooses you, oh wondrous beings, to be the leaders of this land of champions.  Who chooses you to be the fine and daring, the strong and courageous, in a land of pioneering masters of strength and bravery.

You choose yourselves, oh masterful leaders.  You choose your time, you choose your skills, you choose your preference, you choose your destiny.  To be a master of yourself, to enslave your awesome body to your willful mind and demand the perfection of a machine.  Time and again, repeat, repeat.  The constant knowledge of the superior mind, teaching and infusing the cumbersome body.  Repeat, repeat, perform,  perform.  The strength will come, the speed will come, the flexibility will come, the body will learn, in weeks, in days, in hours, in years, the body will learn. Persevere almighty ones, determination and mind control will bend your weak body, to the destiny that you demand of it.

Heroes. Work to be heroes.  To be the joy in the faces of the crowd as they watch in amazed delight.  To be the song in their hearts as they sing with gladness.  To be the cheers in their voices as they praise this glorious day and the heroes who make it happen. Awesome almighty ones.  You do it all for yourselves and you do it all for us.

Praises, to the glory of your work, your expertise and your brilliant minds.  Hail!

written by Dr.Louise Hayes

July 17, 2015

Proper Awesome
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Proper Awesome

Good Day all you almighty ones!

The glorious days of summer are upon us.  Global warming is changing our world.

In an area where 30 degrees is a sometime thing, we have reached record highs in May.  The result?  A new kind of splendor.  It might be dire, but for the holidaying visitor, the new kind of splendor is an awesome grand new experience for us.

http://www.parkscanada.ca

The snow is still clinging to the mountains in places, the high glaciers, still holding their place on the peaks of those far off places, the rivers, still streaming from those sources and the avalanches still crashing down.  The quiet of the day in a remote location, broken by the sound of avalanches crashing and rumbling down a mountain side.

Spring has come early  here, with the wildflowers showing their elegant blooms, the birthing mothers showing off their delightful offspring, the warm, lush landscape brimming with vegetation and the northern lights playing and dancing in the sky.

Here is the remote wild.  A far off place where nature sings and calls to us. Venture oh wise ones, hear our call, come to visit and to know us , come to see how we live and come to understand the awesome need of the great wild.  Come, oh wise ones and bring your children, come to play in the great outdoors.

The warm, soothing waters of soft glacial fed lakes, the pristine clarity of the water and the warm, bathtub temperatures to sooth the aching stress of highways, traffic, pollution and busyness.  A warm dip in a warm lake of glacial fed water, blue and shimmering and still.

The wild orchids show a fine display in the shaded forest.  The birds sing and call to the glory of the day.  The animals watch with curiosity, then hide in the forest.  The awesome summer, with it’s warm and brilliant days is upon us.

These splendid, special places, where the Earth shows its finery, its majesty and it’s awe, have special meaning for us.  Ecological integrity, bio-diversity, unique areas of cultural and environmental significance.  Places where time stands still, where you can still see the view that the fur traders saw.  You can still navigate the rivers and portage the land.  You can camp near historic camping spots and fill your cup from water, today’s first water, melted glacial water,  the water that will enter our rivers and flow to the oceans.

Here, in the great wild, is the birthplace of many.  The birth of the rivers, the lakes, the watershed.  The birth of the wild animals, the great forests, the mountains themselves.  Here is the new beginning for you.  A step into the land of the wild.  A cultural place, a privileged place, a place of sanctuary and life.  A place where the history of the people presents itself in preservation, in endless land, in an unusual meadow.  A place to learn about our protected places, the events that built them to their glory and distinguished them from other, lesser known areas.  Here we sing and laugh and play in the heart of this beauty.  Our special land, our special life, our immensely special love.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

July 3, 2015

I am Your King
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I am Your King

Good Morning all you brilliant ones!

A day for adventure into the great unknown, to challenge your wits and your courage. Another day to relish in the delight of a call to greatness, to rise to the challenge, to set your course on a path of duty, to live bravely and to sing the songs of champions in the quest for a new destiny. A call from the great wild, from the wind swept lands of plenty, to colonize a great new land and to set your fellows free. History calls your name and the log books fill with the brave deeds of strong and mighty humans.
Cast off from shore and abandon your tasks, a new day, a new world, a new life awaits you.
“They’re at it again”, whispers the wind and their neighbors on foreign soil watch in curiosity as the French embark on yet another attempt to colonize the great white north. It has been 80 years since their last venture into the land of plenty, where the wild north wind blows and the snow piles high in winter. The friendly natives had offered their wares, fur to trade for knives and supplies and the hopes and dreams of fortunes of gold had dulled their wits to the perils of doom and disaster that would certainly come.
Friendly natives, offerings something small, maybe squirrels in exchange for much needed items to make their own lives easier. A small offering of just a little animal. Think, think, what is this exchange? Trivial and small, but eagerly offered. This is what we have, can we trade? And so, trade it is, commodity for commodity, mutually agreed upon price, from a small beginning to a large and profitable undertaking. So large and prosperous that it filled the nation, built forts, built friendships, ties of compassion. Trade; the fur trade.
But in 80 years, still no colony.

http://www.canadiana.ca/citm/themes/pioneers/pioneers2_e.html Samuel de Champlaine

Now the time has come for more adventure, for the common man to come forward and offer his services to his king. Righteous lord with command of presence, dignity and glory. All glory to this awesome king, a human of spirit and praises and worthy bearing. Glory and honor, dignity and power. Thy will shall be done, oh mighty one, our lord most high and we your lowly subject will obey, dutifully, your high command. Praises lord, oh awesome king! Praises to your glory, your adventure, your high and mighty ways, your awesome power, your might, your right, your rule!
So be it master, you have the brains. It’s ideas and brilliant thinking that pursuades us. We are only your loyal subjects, only poor humans of weak minds and strong bodies, work all day. So be it master, have your way.
The lofty almighty man, the king of great adventures has now spoken.
The French will colonize Canada. And we all know why. Because, I am your king, and it shall be.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
April 29, 2015

Quiet
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Quiet

Good Day, oh brilliant ones.

Welcome!

Welcome to this world in a far off place. A land of forest wealth and wild orchard plenty. A land where the nomad would be secure among the currants and the berries.
The land stretched out its hand and offered food to the adventurer who would dare to traverse the oceans to find it. No more starvation in this land of plenty. Food, to nourish you and food to sustain you. Come to this land and fill your vessels. Fish from the sea, to fill your platters. Dine from the sea, oh great adventurer. Fill your vessels and make your fortune. A harvest of wealth and nourishment from the sea.
The Europeans fished the shores of the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, enjoying the easy catch from casting nets into the seas. Fish, by the thousands, swam in the ocean depths and the bounty of the sea was plentiful and the catch was successful. Harvest the seas, oh brave ones and fill your bellies from the Earth.
Although the Grand Banks are a long way from Europe, over fishing in the waters off the European shore, had depleted the fish stocks there. The next best available, was the long ocean voyage, across the Atlantic to the great fishing hole of the Atlantic, the Grand Banks. A journey of 4565 kilometers across the tumultuous seas to cast their nets into the abundant ocean and return with the victorious catch.
A way of life, the fisherman. Coming from several European countries, the fishermen were English, French, Spanish and Portuguese. Filling vessels by the load, of delectable treats. Over fishing the oceans was not a new issue.
The problems continue. Too many people, not enough food. Even the mighty oceans can’t sustain us.
In the sixteen hundreds, the world was new. Canada and it’s great land of plenty, was opening it’s doors to the impoverished world. “Come, calls the great land, I will feed you!” Come, harvest my platter, you poor, starving souls. There is plenty here.
Four hundred years later, it’s gone.
The great fishing vessels, cast their nets, no more. A crisis in survival, as the oceans are exhausted. Those breeding specimens, caught and eaten, spawn no more. Critically endangered, their numbers plummet. Striving to survive and to live themselves, the stores of the great oceans are closing.
The ecosystem is in peril. Without the variety in the food chain, other species are plundered and perish. The larger, more desirable fish are vanishing and the smaller ones can’t keep up. We’re eating the babies and we’re eating the mature, mating adults.
Eating and eating, plunder and loss, the oceans quiet and the stillness resounds in our ears. The lonely tide rolls in, with no calling birds to greet it, and leaves behind a sterile beach, without shells and seaweed. The tiny shells, a food source for some birds, are vanishing.
Extinction.
But still the tide rolls in and still the oceans call us. Come, mankind, I will feed you no more, but come into the oceans and play.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 4, 2015