March 28th, 2020 | 1 Comment
Two Americans in Ireland drove through narrow circuitous hedgerows. They had a map, but that’s like having a map in a dark labyrinth, underwater. Believe me, I have personal knowledge. The Americans stopped to ask an old man walking along with his border collie: “Excuse us, we’re trying to find the town of Monasterevin, and we’re lost.” He answered, “Ah, but you’ve found me. And I know the way.” Yesterday from the beach where I walked with two friends (6 ft apart) with our dogs (not 6 ft apart), all three of us humans alone on the wide beach discussing the gloomy global situation I looked up at the ocean horizon and saw for the first time in years, a pod of breaching whales! Yes, having a field day, splashing around together for as long as it takes to sing my 7-verse song, “Let the whales sing,” which I did in my head. I hope they heard. We saw them surface, blow steam, roll, flip fins, and dive. They spyhopped over and over and seemed to see us, too, possibly as curious as ourselves. “Oooh, there’s another one!” they might have sung in whaletalk. Some Native people see the whale as the one who tells the people to trust their best instincts in times of crisis, to go with deep knowledge. When feeling lost, stop and ask for directions, yes, but choose someone who knows the way.