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What is your favorite story of creation?

When the earth first became hot and the heavens churned and the sun was dark, land emerged from the slime of the sea. The deepest darkness of caverns, a male, and the moonless darkness of night, a female, gave birth to the simple lifeforms of the sea. The coral that builds islands was born, and the grub, the sea cucumber, the sea urchin, the barnacle, the mussel, the limpet, and cowry, and the conch and other shellfish. Born was the seagrass, guarded by the tough landgrass on land; born was the Manauea moss of the sea, matched by the Manauea taro plant on land; born was the Kele seaweed, and the Ekele plant of the land.

Next the deep darkness of the deep sea and darkness broken by slivers of light in the moonlit forest gave birth to the fish of the sea. The porpoise was born, and the shark, and the goatfish, and the eel, and the octopus, and the stingray, and the bonito, and the albacore, and the mackerel and mullet, and the sturgeon. Born was the Kauila eel of the sea, matched by the Kauila tree on land; born was the Kupoupou fish of the sea, and the Kou tree on land; born was the A’awa fish of the sea, guarded by the ‘Awa plant of the land. Trains of walruses and schools of fish swam past the coral ridges, still in the darkness of night.

Next darkness of night and night that just barely breaks into dawn gave birth to the flying creatures. The caterpillar was born, and the moth to which it leads; the ant was born, and the dragonfly that it becomes; the grub was born, and the grasshopper that it becomes. The snipe was born, and the turnstone and the mudhen, and the crow and the rail, and the albatross and the curlew, and the stilt and the heron. Born was the sea-duck of the islands, and the wild duck that lives on land; born was Hehe bird of the sea, matched by the Nene goose on land.

Next, as the sea advanced onto the land and passed back and forth across it, the light of earliest dawn and half-darkness produced the crawling creatures that come from the sea. The rough-backed turtle was born, and the horn-billed turtle and the dark-red turtle. The lobster and gecko were born and the mud-dwelling creatures that leave their tracks in the sand. Born was the Wili sea-borer of the sea, and the Wilwili tree on land; born was the Opeope jellyfish of the sea, and the Oheohe bamboo of the land. Thus the crawling animals were born in the night, creeping and crawling onto the land.

Next were born the animals of the land, including the dog and rat. Then, in the stillness as the light of dawn came across the land, were born La’ila’i, a woman, and Ki’i, a man, and Kane, a god, and Kanaloa, the octopus. From the union of La’ila’i with Ki’i and Kane came humanity, waves of people who came from afar. Born was Hahapo’el, a girl, and Ha-popo, another girl, in the upland valleys whence chiefs arose. Born were humans, spreading across the earth, and now it was day.

Coastal Survival – Foraging Seaweed, California Mussels, Goose Neck Barnacles

A trip to a local secret beach for some Coastal Foraging. Seaweed, California Mussels, Goose Neck Barnacles.

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A breeze swept over the pier, whipping Saylor Carey’s hair up like a kite full of wind. She paused in her steps, beside a lone speedboat that glinted in the sun. Tilting her head up to the sky, she took in a deep breath of salty air. It smelled like waves crashing over rocks, cigarette smoke, the savory aroma of hot chowder across the street and a puff of car exhaust and diesel-truck fuel. The chowder was an aromatic blend of spicy herbs and butter and seafood, making her mouth water. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued walking. Her feet were light on the wooden planks, too light to be real, she thought. Saylor moved off the planks and carefully edged her way down the rocky slope that led to the water. Bending closer to it, she peered down. Thick clumps of brown algae and seaweed clung to the metal pipes, along with dull-colored urchins and limpets. Every so often she glimpsed a flash of silver as schools of minnows passed by.

She stepped over the rusted steel cords and thick ropes that fixed rows of commercial crab boats to the concrete. Her heart ached as she looked out at the sea. The only thing she had looked forward to on this entire trip was seeing the ocean. She had never seen it before in her twelve years of life. She had pictured herself walking beside a postcard-perfect, sparkling stretch of water, admiring the foamy white breakers and golden sand dotted with palm trees. The sun would be shining, and laughter and joyful talk would surround her. But the sea she now stood before was gray and choppy, as if someone had carelessly slapped a coat of thick semigloss paint over it. Driftwood logs, bleached white from the saltwater, bobbed near the shore along with rotting garbage and splintered plastic crates.

“Picture of sadness,” she muttered to herself.

Saylor stared past the boats, past the ugly shallows, farther out at the deep water that stretched endlessly over the horizon. It all flowed smooth and fast until that line, that distant line where the sea spilled over the world. She felt drawn to that magical place where it seemed you could swim out and touch the sky.

The sky, a place even more mysterious and far than the sea.

She tried to block the crab boats, the yellow plastic crates, the trash littering the streets and the thousands of rusty crab traps piled on the shore out of the picture. Her ears tuned out the beeping and honking of cars, people’s chatter, and the hoarse yells of the pier workers and fishermen.

All that existed now was the sea. The deep blue, watercolor-splashed sea, streaked with shades of white and purple and splattered with the bright colors of windsurfers and parasailors way out. If only she could jump in and escape from all her problems. If only she could start over with her childhood and never have to look back. Her life was in ruins, or so it seemed, all because of her mom’s boyfriend Matthew.
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A breeze swept over the pier, whipping Saylor Carey’s hair up like a kite full of wind. She paused in her steps, beside a lone speedboat that glinted in the sun. Tilting her head up to the sky, she took in a deep breath of salty air. It smelled like waves crashing over rocks, cigarette smoke, the savory aroma of hot chowder across the street and a puff of car exhaust and diesel-truck fuel. The chowder was an aromatic blend of spicy herbs and butter and seafood, making her mouth water. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued walking. Her feet were light on the wooden planks, too light to be real, she thought. Saylor moved off the planks and carefully edged her way down the rocky slope that led to the water. Bending closer to it, she peered down. Thick clumps of brown algae and seaweed clung to the metal pipes, along with dull-colored urchins and limpets. Every so often she glimpsed a flash of silver as schools of minnows passed by.
She stepped over the rusted steel cords and thick ropes that fixed rows of commercial crab boats to the concrete. Her heart ached as she looked out at the sea. The only thing she had looked forward to on this entire trip was seeing the ocean. She had never seen it before in her twelve years of life. She had pictured herself walking beside a postcard-perfect, sparkling stretch of water, admiring the foamy white breakers and golden sand dotted with palm trees. The sun would be shining, and laughter and joyful talk would surround her. But the sea she now stood before was gray and choppy, as if someone had carelessly slapped a coat of thick semigloss paint over it. Driftwood logs, bleached white from the saltwater, bobbed near the shore along with rotting garbage and splintered plastic crates.
“Picture of sadness,” she muttered to herself.
Saylor stared past the boats, past the ugly shallows, farther out at the deep water that stretched endlessly over the horizon. It all flowed smooth and fast until that line, that distant line where the sea spilled over the world. She felt drawn to that magical place where it seemed a person could swim out and touch the sky.
The sky. A place even more mysterious and far than the sea.

Sea Meepers 2

Sea Meepers 2 – SeaSnails Rockpools razorshell glacial deposits kelp seaweed barnacles crustacians limpets intertidal scars mussles cockles sea worms fishing bait… Clips from a forthcoming video entitled The Sanctuary. … Sanctuary Sea Meepers SeaSnails Rockpools razorshell glacial deposits kelp seaweed barnacles crustacians limpets ragworm