Recently I had the chance to introduce the ocean to someone who never thought about it.
Sure, they had seen it a few times, played on it's beaches, but getting to know it--well, that's a different story. I have no more power to make someone know the ocean than I do having a rock talk, but the introduction, the quiet, the little snippets about swells, tides, the critters that come out of it-as we walked. After a time I noticed a different demeanor, a calm, and found myself invading a space they had  found--even without looking for it, it had happened. I saw it in their face-because there are no words. 
 I am a thalassophile. My journey is to bring as many as I can to know the ocean--through words, or just being--to share its power, its calm and that sense that we are one with this grand entity.


QUOTE: "The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
the furrow followed free:
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea."  from THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER, Samuel Taylor Coleridge