…and then I heard Mist whisper,
“Silence the chattering within your mind.
Up look up to the sky and witness the unseen and unnamed
as she urges me into one form and then another
in our journey across the morning sky.”
weekly photo challenge
weekly photo challenge: change
In a new WordPress post created for this week’s challenge, share a picture that says CHANGE
one strand of hair
entangled in a hairbrush
a telling – of age
The Brook
First time I passed the brook
it filled my eye.
The second time
it was a tiny snake.
The next few times
I only heard it cry
Behind me – I was afraid
for my own sake. ~G Burce Bunao
weekly photo challenge: unlikely
For this week’s photo challenge, I am resharing a post that tells the story of the loneliest whale in the world. It is one of my earliest post and still touches my heart today for I believe her story is not unlike so many people today. It is unlikely that her story doesn’t resonate with many of us, young and old.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about how, since 1992, scientists have been tracking a baleen whale named, “The 52 Hertz Whale.” She swims and sings alone in our earth’s vast ocean:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one.
Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Apparently not only is her song indecipherable to other whales, she also doesn’t follow the typical migration pattern of its species, making it even less likely to connect with others.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
How many of us, because of our unique characteristics, walk alone on mother earth calling out for another, waiting for another?
