two years ago on this day i awoke with a deep sense of grief, cosmic grief and the poignant image of  Tahlequah, the mourning mother who carried her dead calf  for seventeen days arises and it takes me to another image of a mare gone wild searching all over for her colt who was stillborn and it brings me close to home… is there anything more painful than experiencing the loss of a child you have carried inside your heart?

as Tahlequah suffered through this momentous loss swimming over 1000 miles with her calf, she was never alone… her tribe was always close by giving her food, comfort and support… her six kindred sisters forming a seamless circle of love show us all what it means to hold space and compassionately offer support during those moments of heartbreak we all suffer, we all endure…

years ago, it inspired me to learn that the elder sisters of the orcas were the ones who knew where to find nourishment and so are vital for the life of the tribe… once again, these wisdom keepers offer all relatives a loving way to be…

today i am transported to the land of Talequah and i feel so at home and so in awe of her actions two years ago and how much wisdom they offer us in this epic moment of mutation when nature messages us over and over to radically change our ways, to root ourselves in a new/old way of walking home together in solidarity and support real-eye-sing we are onebody with all cells belonging to each other interdependent on each other…

may we, like our orca elders, our sisters, know where the feeding grounds of true nourishment are and how to be with and guide others as wise elders during these times of  heartbreak to solace and deep peace of the running wave…