I AM AN ACTIVIST. It's not only what I do; it's who I am. Not long ago I was a wife, a home-owner and a full time photographer in Seattle. When my dream of doing marine conservation and direct-action activism was offered to me, I gave up my "American Dream" and followed my heart. This blog is my story of how changing your life is possible; how fulfilling your dreams can be a reality.
March 26, 2012
"I wish I could believe the Devil won't take you back out to the salty sea"
I never would have dreamed that I would be here; here in
this moment, in this place, in this situation. Life never ceases to amaze me
and my buddy, Rob, claims that this is due to the fact that I challenge it to
do so. Yet while what I do is indeed challenging, I don’t see any other option
for me. After the choices I’ve made in regards to my activism work, my life
will never be ‘normal’ again. And really, would I have it any other way? No, I
most definitely would not. While 2012
got off to a rocky start, it seems to be promising me a year of wonders and
great journeys. There are things I would like to see happen in my life and I’m
curious to see if this year will bring me these things I desire; these things
I’ve been working toward. As I type this
now, it is a cold, dark night in Melbourne, Australia and my meager possessions
are spread out on the floor around me, awaiting placement into my suitcase. I’m
not typically a sentimental person but out of all that I own, I find that I
love my suitcase the most. I realize that’s an incredibly weird statement, but
it’s true. I bought this Jeep Liberty (yes, it’s a Liberty) suitcase before my
first trip to Hawaii and now it has been around the world with me. My clothes
have not been properly unpacked from this suitcase since I left Seattle in 2010
and on the back of the case is a spot where my little kitty cat used it as a
scratch post when I wasn’t looking (actually, I was looking and being the
trouble-maker that she was, she stared right at me while scratching the crap
out my suitcase and then dashed under the bed when I tried to grab her). Now, I
prepare to head off to Amsterdam, a city I’ve always talked about visiting but
never truly thought I would see. My mind is full of canals, bicycles, hash
brownies (I’ll stay away from those, Mom…I promise) and brilliant tulips
growing at the base of old wooden windmills. This journey is leading me to an
organization called The Black Fish (www.theblackfish.org);
an organization that was brought to my attention during my time in Japan when
they cut nets in the harbor pens of Taiji in an attempt to release dolphins. Sea
Shepherd was falsely accused and security was heightened, but The Black Fish
inspired us all because they had actually done something while the rest of us
were frustrated beyond belief and had long discussions about wishing we could
cut nets. So now I’ve joined this NGO and am excited to be in Holland working
with people who are inspiring, encouraging, and like-minded. I’m happy to say
that education is a strong focus and I will have the joy of speaking to schools
around Europe, a task that suits me well as I have a freakishly absurd love of
public speaking (I know, it’s insane). My desire to speak out and truly spread
the word is something that is finally being utilized and in one week I will
find myself, once again, on a plane with a foreign and romantic destination
awaiting me. I will blog after I have spent a few days in Amsterdam and have
had the chance to truly explore and give you all something worth reading. Until
then…