Whales & Dolphins Know Something We Don’t
After another day of putting up with power trips and choking on even more pride I arrived home to find a main artery to the outside world had been severed by something unknown - to the ‘technicians’ at Sky anyway. They’ve probably just got rid of my phone tap but left a glitch. The upshot after 40 minutes on the phone to Nigel was an elevation to tier 2! should I be honored? Do I get to meet someone special? NO! I get to speak to someone else for at least 40 minutes but at least I may get to learn a new language and culture at the same time. I’ll have to wait up to 72 hours for that privilege though.
I’m 3?! I remember vividly a world without instant info and constant communication and connection but I still feel paralyzed or like I’ve gone back in time to a less civilized and unruly time. EVEN THOUGH I’M TYPING AND UPLOADING THIS VIA A HIGH SPEED 3G CONNECTION!
After a rather disappointing Bolognese I poured the usual and settled down to watch something that absolutely and profoundly affected my entire being. that hasn’t happened for a while. it happened quite frequently when I was learning about quantum physics but nothing else in nature has had a similar affect.
the program was BBCs Ocean Giants, or something. And to cut a long story very short (you need to see the amazing creatures to fully appreciate) we have proof that both whales and dolphins are self aware, have actual empathetic feelings and possible forgive!
Whaling off the Mexican coast was a huge industry many years ago (over a century) and the whale population fell to dangerous levels. Eventually the whales learnt and stayed away from seas where whalers might be.
in 1974 a Mexican fisherman was in his tiny boat in the same waters that saw 100s if not 1000s of whales slaughtered years and years earlier. a whale hadn’t been seen in this particular area for a very long time. infact the whales had been very wary of humans and boats altogether in the seas around Mexico until this one afternoon when an adult male popped his head out of the water right alongside the boat. it stayed there looking at the scared Mexican for a while. Almost sizing him up - seeing into his soul. eventually the Mexican plucked up the courage to put out his hand and touch the whale. that’s all the whale wanted and it left. he arrived the next day with his family. the whale that is, and they’ve been coming back to the same spot to make friends ever since! its like they forgave. its like they want to us, its like they want it to be how it was before or maybe they have something to tell us.
Experts believe we may have a really good understanding of what they may actually say in the next 10 years. Lets hope its not too late.
True.
God I used to be vain! Now I can barely look at myself in the mirror. I’m not sure when the vanity stopped and the loathing started tbh. Nowadays I tend to try and catch a glimpse or just check myself out of the corner of my eye.
Probably started around the time the sadness did. I know?! How depressing is this? That’s what I said to the doctor eventually. After wondering where my craic, mojo, creativity and sense of humor had disappeared to for the last 4 or 5 years.
Anyhoo had an annoyingly unproductive day stuck in traffic, watching tramps emptying street bins of tab ends, seeing an old colleague has become a bum and the usual wondering how the hell I get my life under control again… my control!
Felt pretty bad for the old colleague. He’s an eccentric and always had hygiene and some common decency issues but to see him walking somberly through doncaster town center with mismatched shoes, trousers easily a foot too short and a jacket covered in …. well ….your guess is as good as mine, was pretty sobering. I made matters worse for my conscience by turning my back before he got close but rectified it slightly by turning profile on so if he saw me he could make a move. He didn’t. He stopped 3 or 4 strides passed me, took his pipe out and calmly lit it and walked on. His name is Charles and he’s an astronomer. In case you were curious.
A weekend of worrying how next week will turn out beckons.
Need to love less.
xx
