There are moments on the ocean when time seems to stand still. Alone in my tiny rowing boat, thousands of miles from land, I have watched the sun rise in a blaze of gold, felt kinship with the dorado attracted by the shade of my boat’s hull, and marvelled at stars beyond number spangling the heavens like lanterns drifting across the dark currents of the sky.
Out there, surrounded by water and sky, I have come to know the ocean not as a distant backdrop to our lives, but as a living, breathing presence – our planet’s blue heart.
A deep connection
My journey as an ocean rower ...
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