Nature leaves no doubt
Why is it that when I look at nature – in its perfect synchrony, perfect rhythm, perfect spacing, incomprehensible power, miraculous gentility – I am startled into silence and awe and moved to tears?
Captain Dave Anderson and his wife, obviously at great personal risk, witnessed and photographed these astounding moments. I know you will enjoy this.
I watched the megapod of dolphins – a stampede they called it. Each in his space and his rhythm, undulating and diving, extending, pulling and gliding. None looking to see where the other is, who is ahead, who is behind, just a whisper and a whoosh. And I am back in the water, feeling the two-footed downward thrust called the “dolphin kick” that energizes and propels the body up over the waves. Arms flung wide to grab and pull. How awkward compared to these gorgeous, sleek animals, so powerful and streamlined and perfectly suited for this. Still, I feel it, in my muscles and bones because in the small-ness of me, I have swum just that way. I am in rhythm with them, one of the stampede, tearing out to sea. Free.
And then the whales, like torpedoes, jet across the surface. Great tails flip casual propulsion. Oh, but then this tender moment of three humpback whales: mom, calf and escort. The newborn whale being hefted to the surface to breathe and to play there, perhaps for the first time. Such huge, ungainly creatures, hovering, treading water as it were, Mom lifts and balances the baby at the surface. No hands or arms to hold with, no voice to give instructions, no role modeling to demonstrate. Simply holding him up, trusting him to do what nature designed him to do. To blow out through the spout, to discover his buoyancy and calibrate his ballast.
He is awkward and tentative at first, but his capability emerges and with it his playfulness. How like all children this is. He stays and plays, rolls and swims, trying out his new freedom with his new skills. And mother plays along. Mother and child, no script, no demands.
I wonder briefly about this mother whale. Is she anxious her calf won’t learn to swim, won’t take a breath, won’t coordinate the tail flip, the body roll, the leap and dive? No. She simply waits and supports.
Perhaps human kind is the only kind who is anxious about its young. Who swims out from under to show them. Who comes out of silence to tell them. Who does for them rather than waiting for them to do for themselves.
Nature is patient and kind. Not boastful or arrogant or rude. Not self-serving. It bears all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Now I know why I am startled into silence and awe and moved to tears. Perfect love is there. It swam right up to the whale-watching boat. We know it in our muscles and bones and to our very core. Even the small-ness of me recognizes the rhythm of true love. Its nature is to be known and to draw out our response.
Silence. Awe. Tears. Wonder. Trust.
Posted on March 3, 2014, in Body, Cool Science, In Action, Life and tagged Captain Dave's Dolphin and Whale Safari, dolphins, love, marine, mother and child, nature, ocean, photography, sea, swimming, whale watching, whales. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.