Whale Dreaming

Two days ago, whales off Frenchman’s Rock. Seven of them, southern right whales. There may have been more. I had no binoculars, hadn’t expected to see any. Was just out on a walk with the dog. Exercise.

It’s getting late in the season for the whales. They’ll start heaing for Antarctica soon.

I sat down near Seal Rock, watched, listened too; the waves, the swell, sometime breaths of the whales, hissing of the spray, the occasional shout of ooh from other whale watchers, snorts from my dog urging me to get up and continue walking.

A whale dreaming place, a man had told me once, here, they come back.

Whale dreaming, an evocative phrase. What dances up? Heaves itself from the sea of imagination?

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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3 Responses to Whale Dreaming

  1. aj says:

    I love your blog…it is encouraging to find the essence of such a soul in this day and age…
    If one person can create so much havoc in this world then one person can do a lot of good. So simple a lesson is so lost upon so many …

    Have you seen the little white whale pup?

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  3. bydda88 says:

    Hi -no i didn’t get to see that. It works better for me to sit and listen and not necessarily watch, because if I try to keep watching then i am waiting for the moment when the whale emerges.

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