Eulogy Of A Siren

This is a reckoning.

For women, for the ocean, and for the balance of life they hold.

She can be calm and nurturing, yet powerful, luminous, and unrelenting. When the feminine is wounded, storms follow. How she is treated next decides the outcome.

A rising from ashes, or a path of destruction.

The ocean is no different. She bears wounds carved by careless hands, and storms stirred by greed. When we harm her, we feel it in the very air we breathe, because our survival depends on her.

The ocean regulates Earth’s climate, moves heat across the globe, and keeps our weather in balance. She absorbs a quarter of the carbon we release, slowing global warming.

Microscopic plants in her waters produce more than half of Earth’s oxygen, making every other breath we take a gift from the sea.

But her wounds are real: rising temperatures, pollution, and overuse cut deep. Just as harm to the feminine reverberates through generations, damage to the ocean reverberates through all life on Earth.

And still, she calls out— for your attention, for justice, for tenderness, for peace.

To heal her waters is to heal the Earth.