Message in a bottle

Day 8 of 31

Hello, I am Sarah I live in Australia.
I am so happy my message made it to your curious hands.
When I was five I wanted to be a swimming pool.
When I was ten I wanted to be a doctor.
When I was fourteen I wanted to be a marine biologist.
I grew up in Ireland, I miss the people and the green.
I was a very shy child, a quiet and moody teenager. 
Sometimes my mother referred to me as house angel street devil.
I traveled to Australia when I was twenty four, I left my shyness behind and became me.
My love was waiting for me in a tent by the sea.
While traveling I had two defining moments I always want to remember. 
Moments where I knew I was on the right path. 
One magical night , a white sandy island, tropical green rainforest behind me, a beach patrolled by tiger sharks and dingos in front. A moon so big it looked as if it would fall into the ocean and turn us the right way up, a soft warm breeze, silver light dancing on the crest of gently lapping waves, bare feet and a free mind.
I made a note to remember this night, standing on the beach gazing at this glorious moon. A moment when everything makes sense, when you are thankful for this beautiful blue planet and its guiding celestial body.
Nature recharges me,
Family fills my heart.
Friends allow me just to be.
Fish fascinate me, although I feel like I have abandoned them for warmer and more cuddly creatures like my two boys. I remember watching my first goldfish swim round and round for what seemed like hours, its a myth you know that they have a 3 second memory.
How long has this bottle taken to reach you?
Maybe you can tell me things about the future. Is the Indian Ocean surviving us, are its creatures loosing trust and seeking shelter or revenge?
Are we finally realising what we are here to do?

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3 thoughts on “Message in a bottle

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  1. 'Walked out this morning
    Don't believe what I saw
    A hundred billion bottles
    Washed up on the shore
    Seems I'm not alone at being alone
    A hundred billion castaways
    Looking for a home'

    (Sting & Police)


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