Into the sea and beyond , a new beginning.
I had been in the water for days , weeks and who knows maybe longer , I have lost all track of time , at least of the time as any man can know it . But , that's okay because one thing that has changed is that I have found a completely new sense of time . One of an absolute appreciation of the moment , each moment ! And , only the moment . For instance the feel of the water against my flesh , warm , soothing , sensual . And the sounds , you would not believe the sounds , I know ! We have all swum under the water and yet , what is it that you remember most ? Have you ever swam in the currents of the white water and really listened to the water as it swirls quickly around the river stones , as the currents move past the falls and where the sounds of even hitting two stones together is completely different than above the surface. Yes .........That's the way it all began .......for me at least . But I digress , let me get back to the beginnings.
I had given up , given up on life among people , given up on living , tired of living ? No .......just tired of the kind of living that I was involved in. The boredom too, Bored of this little life of acting out the part of some rat on a wheel tied to a life in the cage . That's when some part of me broke ........for lack of a better term . And in that breaking ....I went to the sea , to the shore , the running tides , a place that had always been an escape . A place where peace would always find me , whether in fact , I was ready or not it would find me always . But that day was to be different somehow and even I can't begin to explain how different it would be.
I had gone into a daze perhaps , into a stupor of sorts , mindless , emotionless and in doing so , I had turned in my path and walked directly into the sea . At first it was shocking , the water here in the northern seas are known for being cold . But cold wasn't the word for it . That , however did not deter me from going in deep . In the moments after going in nothing is very clear , at first I knew .........I knew that this is what it feels like to drown . And yet , there was a peace that I had never experienced before as well.
That ......was before the awakening .......but that's just as well , why would I want to remember a dark time such as that ? Now though , now ! Nothing has remained the same , first I can breath here , yes . These gills behind my ears are something new I know , and the delicate new skin between my fingers , between my toes ! I realize now are for swimming . And swim I do ! It has become like second nature to me to porpoise through the tides , the waves and even through the fast currents . And even the intake of water through my mouth is like a breath of fresh air , each passing of salt water over my tongue like a fine meal.
In the last few weeks I have been migrating with the blue whales up the coast of California , passing well off shore , swimming with them has been like returning to some family that I had lost ions ago somehow. Yes , the big blues . Man has thought for years that they were becoming extinct , and they are in danger of that , but they are here . Although they tell me they stay well clear of mankind now , I listen as they recall the days of the harpoons and the manned boats racing back and forth across the top of the waters surface . They tell me of how once upon a time they became friendly with man , rolling in the seas surface and watching , and of being watched too.
They told me about the harpoons and the little ones as well, and they have the scars too to prove it , some of them are childless and recall the days of red blood in the water , they tell me about the screams too and of being able to do nothing about it , nothing at all. So that's why even today they avoid mankind like a plague ! And that is my job too , I speak to them of the sounds that confuse them here in the water , I teach them the difference between the sounds of the steel hulls that imitate the squealing of the young , and I pull them away from the dangers of the huge propellers that eat away at the layers of flesh on thier backs.
Yes , you may find it humorous to think of me here , fins , gills and speaking in the language of the whales. But humorous it isn't . These giants of the sea are dissapearing as quickly as the days do on dry land . They are in a race against time , and race they do . Away from man they run , the big blues . And I run with them ! But this race is a losing race I fear , although we swim on and on ..............and on.
Continued.........copyright .Owned by Ahorseback