<![CDATA[Mother Ocean - Blog]]>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 10:10:47 -0500Weebly<![CDATA[Ocean Hour - WEEK 1]]>Thu, 03 May 2012 02:02:04 GMThttp://www.motherocean.org/3/post/2012/05/ocean-hour-week-1.htmlOne hour devoted to giving back to the sea…taking back what should have never been given in the first place. Saturday, April 28th, 2012 marked the kickoff of the world's first international weekly cleanup!
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It's amazing what people can accomplish. Individuals, families, and friends from all across the world came together and collected hundreds of pounds of debris ranging from plastic materials of all kind, to cans, to fishing line, to you name it - or at least try to!
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People that have never met from Australia, India, England, Costa Rica, St. Martin, and the states of Florida, California, New Jersey, Ohio, Alabama, Hawaii, Texas, and Colorado all stood united with Ocean Hour.
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Some people simply out for a day at the beach jumped in to help on the spot when they saw others take the lead.
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These were hundred of hands. Imagine thousands. Now imagine hundreds of thousands. The ocean is the source of all life - it's time we all gave back. Please stand with us at Ocean Hour and help make a world of difference.
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Allison LaBine
Chief Operating Officer
Mother Ocean, Inc.
]]><![CDATA[A Call From Home]]>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 22:51:14 GMThttp://www.motherocean.org/3/post/2012/04/a-call-from-home.html One of the first words I ever spoke was "ocean." I pronounced it oonda then, and I'd often ask my parents to take me to see the big oonda. As an adult, the first thing I do when I travel to another country is search for water - a coastline, if possible. Standing on quiet Brazilian sands years ago, I realized that even though I was thousands of miles away from my home in Florida, I was home.

The world of language barriers fell away, and I was left with the primal pull of a force so deeply ingrained in me, I knew it before my own name. Sometimes, the quiet is louder than any sound. The sea spoke softly that night, allowing the moon to weave silver in her midnight skin. I knelt down, listening to her gentle murmurs - to the faint music she played across the shore. She whispered of secrets long forgotten…of dreams hidden inside her depths.

The salt water ran cool and gentle over my hand till there was no longer a distinction between the two - till the sea became my own skin. Without a single word, she reminded me that before I ever took my first steps on land, I lived for nine months in the water - that all life on earth descended from her. In the dark calm of a foreign land, I was called back home.

If we listen closely, she calls to us all.

Allison LaBine    
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]]><![CDATA[Mother Ocean Blog]]>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 18:45:07 GMThttp://www.motherocean.org/3/post/2012/03/post-title-click-and-type-to-edit.html Hello fellow Mother Oceaners,

Welcome to the official site and our blog. We’ll be featuring exciting content over the next few months, especially during the upcoming year when we launch Expedition Florida 500. As the Chief Operating Officer (COO) of Mother Ocean and Staff Writer, I’ll be managing the blog while the team is out in the field. I’ll keep you updated regularly on our adventures, discoveries, and groundbreaking research.

Every single one of us can make a difference as individuals, but when we work together, we are capable of enacting exponential change. I look forward to this journey, and I want to thank you all for your support and for being a part of this family of ocean advocates.

Allison “Ally” LaBine
Chief Operating Officer
Mother Ocean, Inc.    
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