It’s not very often you find yourself in a job that makes you cry on a daily basis.
For all the right reasons that is…
Not because your boss is mean, or you are overloaded and stressed, or because your ex-boyfriend who works in the finance department flirts with the receptionist, Sue, right in front of you .. (Rude).
It makes you cry because it brings so much passion to your little ukelele heart. Because it helps you speak all the words and fears that are stuck in that hopeful little ticker.
Right now one of Greenpeace’s ships, ‘The Esperanza’, is tailing a Shell Oil Rig near the Marshall Islands.
There are volunteers on board standing up for us. For all of us.
For every update from the team… there are many a tear down this sun freckled face.
(N.B – This can be very difficult when trying to write my emails. Can’t see a thing.)
Drilling the Arctic means perpetuating Climate Change. Not stopping it. Worsening it. Fast-forwarding it.
‘Climate Change’ is not a boring word for conference rooms or a problem for future generations.
This is Climate Change.
Last night I went to a concert in Fiji to help raise money for relief in Vanuatu after the catastrophic Cyclone Pam.
The passion in that little room with crackling microphones and cracking emotion stricken speeches… made me so thankful for my baby blue passport despite my blue eyes.
One of the singers from Tonga said:
“Here in the Pacific… We are all limbs of one body… When one part hurts… We all hurt…”
And on came the flipping waterworks again! Blue mascara everywhere!
(N.B Colour choice is due to it making me feel like a mermaid… not a 90’s teen pop sensation. Just to clarify.)
I’m so proud of everyone who are standing together and standing strong. Against morally-broken companies who threaten us. All of us.
I’m so proud of everyone doing the little things to make a difference.
I am also so proud of everyone who maybe haven’t quite yet…. But are about to….