"I am seeking. I am striving. I am in it with all my heart." ~Vincent Van Gogh
Finally pulled out Dad's portrait, many years overdue to finish. Set it on top my projects with its own dust cover yet. There is so much to do and so very little time. The week has added much depth, adding wavelengths unexpected. The weeks news of little orphaned whale calf in Australia is very deep, touching depths of the soul that weren't expected to surface. Why has the demise of it's mother not been pondered in the news I've seen. Fate from poaching whale hunters? Speeding ships? All that is surmised in the news is why a mother whale would leave her calf. Maybe she didn't leave, maybe she was taken. Maybe once again, man has caused irreparable damage to am extremely delicate cycle.
Whales are self aware and surmised to have souls. Looking deep into the eyes of a whale, one could not argue that they are sentient beings. How those people close to the harbor must feel! Those people witnessing the infant calve suckling the bottom of a ship! Will no one come forward and be recognized? Why is this all so important to me a half world away? The whales creations and inner depths, the magical songs they share. They are teachers, are we listening? The little calf is in it with all its heart, and all we have to offer is quick death? We are yet of lessor mind. An opportunity to assist...is there anyone ready?
1 comment:
Good to hear that you pulled out that picture. It's got to be hard, but something that has been waiting for you now and is ready. My heart goes out to the young whale. sending good thoughts that way.
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