Narwhals

Wow... I keep muttering, glued to the article. When I finish I lay back in bed and stare at the ceiling, happy. I touch my heart and smile with that precious feeling of having stumbled upon something that rings true for me... that moves me and lights my wonder.
Who knew it would have been Narwhals?


I was captivated this morning, curled up in bed, by an article in Smithsonian Magazine about a scientist in search of narwhals. Something about this elusive, graceful animal and a young scientist dedicated to them really got to me. The scientist, not much older than me, originally dreamed of becoming a ballerina and actually worked in a professional company before an injury sent her back to school and in the path of narwhals. The article describes her experience in the crystalline cold of Greenland, sharing stories with villagers and dedicating her time to understanding these animals. It made me appreciate the human spirit and the sense of curiosity that drives us to seek and search for answers in so many different ways. I also am grateful to the writer that went out to Greenland in December to bring the story to me and to these ugly/beautiful little whales, unicorns of the sea, who swim under the Northern lights, dive a mile deep into the dark sea and live between cracks in the arctic ice.

Somewhere very far from here, on a cold black-sanded beach, a village of people live in delicate harmony with the arctic sea.
And somewhere,
anywhere,
maybe right here,

one life dream merges into another and the great adventure of living remains open to those still wishing to seek it out.