A MEDITATION ON WHALE WATCHING

FIN WHALE PHOTO CREDIT:PADDY DWAN

FIN WHALE PHOTO CREDIT:PADDY DWAN

All my life I had wanted to see a whale but all my life it never occurred to me to make an effort to do so, to stand and watch from a cliff, to learn about the habits of these giants of the deep, to check for sightings. No, like a fool, I somehow expected one to pop up in front of me one day. In the event this is exactly what happened.

I was walking down to Garrarus Beach three years ago. For some reason I had grabbed my binoculars on the way out the door. Suddenly, not a quarter of a mile from shore, there was an unmistakable and powerful explosion of steam from the deep and then the long black back and then a fin curving around. A Fin Whale, the second biggest creature on the planet. I was undone with the excitement.

It was a cold February and there was frost and ice all over the road. Seven miles away a friend lay dying and so those days were pervaded with sorrow. It was with gratitude then, that I greeted this monster, its powerful blow an exclamation mark that punctuated the sentence of those chill days. I could not quite see it as a direct message from the universe but it was potent reminder of how powerful and enduring life was.

FIN WHALE OFF GARRARUS 2012

FIN WHALE OFF GARRARUS 2012

I scrambled tearfully, gratefully, excitedly up the cliffs and watched for an hour as my leviathan swam back to out sea. I texted my friend. “I saw a whale!” It seemed important to tell him.

Three years on and I am suffering Fin Whale fatigue. I still haven’t seen them from a boat, or paddled a kayak beside them but I have seen plenty from my places of the cliffs and it’s all a bit, well, meh. That icy cold day in February is nearly forgotten, left behind out of necessity. I guess we can’t keep our faces pressed up against the pain of the world forever.

DUNABRATTIN

DUNABRATTIN

I still watch though and I tell myself it is because I have yet to see a Humpback Whale, the rock star of the whale world, the one whose T-shaped tail adorns a billion motivational posters.  I convince myself it will be much more exciting to see a Humpback rather than the oh-so common Fin, but I am like someone trying to convince themselves that the next iPhone will make their lives complete. It will but for how long?5 minutes?

Underneath it all there is something other than wanting to see a Humpback that brings me out onto the cliffs over and over again, a vaguely conscious understanding that it is the watching for whales rather than watching of whales that is important.

So, I sit out on the cliff in the bouncy grass surrounded by waving flowers- or the skeletal remains of flowers- while the gulls slide by and the insects buzz. I usually sit at Dunabrattin to do my watching but sometimes I just go down the fields at Westown and once or twice to Baginbun in Wexford.

I scan the sea, pressing the binoculars to my face, squinting as I start the sweep slowly along the horizon west to east and back again. For a while it is dull.  There is nothing out there, my heart sinks. What a waste of time, I say to myself, but my breathing slows and I relax.

BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH

BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH

The sky is blue or grey, cloudy or clear, the sea cobalt, ultramarine or dirty green, smooth or choppy or rippled by the winds soft hands and shot through with colour and shadow.

The horizon isn’t the ruler straight line you see with the naked eye. Even on a calm day it is frayed and soft, an undulating silken fringe breaking down the division between Heaven and Earth. Occasionally it becomes blurred with the sweeping showers of rain that swing out over the sea from the mountains and disappear east. At Baginbun in Wexford, sometimes previously unseen buildings swell up from beyond the horizon like a mystical city of the sea.

BAGINBUN

BAGINBUN

ROAD TO THE HOOK

ROAD TO THE HOOK

Trawlers bob on the waves, smaller and smaller and then shimmering and swelling at the line of the sky. I often see an Irish naval ship, the Emer maybe, patrolling and once I saw her sailors stop and board one of the bobbing boats. I imagined the tension on board, and afterwards, when the Navy was gone, the crew having a tea break, hot water poured from the battered metal kettle that sits on the stove, chipped cups, a battered box of Lyons tea, a half packet of Digestives passed around. Or more likely they have tapas, or wine and shrug and pooh pooh our Navy in one of the Romantic languages. Putain!

Then there are the birds. They flap across my field of vision, sometimes low with their bellies full, sometimes high,  in a hurry somewhere(where?) all flying in different directions, alone or in pairs, criss-crossing a sky of invisible highways. Gannets circle and drop, tearing knots of spray in the fabric of the sea. Shags and Cormorants, dive, and then take off, black arrows over the surface of the water. There are occasionally seals looking affronted as if the racket from their dive bombing avian neighbours above has woken them.

HOODED CROWS AT DUNABRATTIN

HOODED CROWS AT DUNABRATTIN

And the Crows of course. Always the Crows.

All this before a fin has so much sliced the surface. The longer I sit the more there is a growing sense of the life and community on and in the sea, and of  business being carried out. I look out at the ocean that ten minutes before I thought was empty and I know it’s not.

It’s not just the birds and the boats. As I look across space I am looking across time too. If I can see that bird so many miles away from me then surely with a little effort I can see other people further away? I look south and think of Spain and the Azores and wonder what people are doing there. I imagine it’s warm and for some reason I see people in red shirts eating melons and wearing sombreros though my education tells me that is not, mostly likely, correct…

I look west and next stop is America where the people are five hours behind me in their day. Look, there is someone having a coffee and staring blankly out of an apartment window at a rainy day. I can’t help imagining, as barrier after barrier breaks down that if it’s possible, on some level, to see across the bay and then to five hours ago, it could be possible to be in yesterday as well as today and tomorrow(if I looked east). It could be possible to be here three years ago…

Breathing slowly now, I am completely relaxed. Just by being still, just by watching the world, the dull film of familiarity has been peeled back and the world has become new again, the barriers between jaded adulthood and wonderous childhood are broken down and my eyes filled with life.

When a blow finally appears followed by a lazy black back it is nearly(but not quite) unwelcome. It is at least unnecessary to reach a place of peace. Makyo comes to mind.

Makyo is a term used in zen to describe perceptual distortions while meditating such as visions and hallucinations. Though impressive, these visions or epiphanies are seen by teachers as distractions on the road to enlightenment. It’s the mind desperately trying to stop the meditator from leaving the comfort of habitual thinking and reaching clarity where there is no more need for thinking, no more need for mind. Poor mind.

FIN WHALES FROM DUNABRATTIN PHOTO CREDIT:PADDY DWAN

FIN WHALES FROM DUNABRATTIN PHOTO CREDIT:PADDY DWAN

When I am deep in watching for whales the occurrence of an actual whale is like Makyo, nearly akin to a hallucination, a siren call to distraction from the real treasure to be found in the stillness of watching. Nearly, but not quite, for the whales are part of this world and this life, caught as we are between the sea and the sky.

So I stay and watch the puffs of white catching the sun like the distant cannons of a superior army, remembering a little what it is like to have my face pressed right up against life so hard that it hurts and sitting on the bouncy grass among the nodding sea pinks I am thankful. At least for a while.

SUNSET AT DUNABRATTIN

SUNSET AT DUNABRATTIN

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10 responses to “A MEDITATION ON WHALE WATCHING

  1. Your blog is, at times, overwhelmingly breathtaking–and at other times, it is just plain excellent. The visual pictures that your words paint make me feel like I am again standing on a beach, viewing the horizon with awe and expectation.
    I love how you describe your first whale sighting. I have only ever seen one whale. It was on a boat tour off of the coast of Oregon in what was not the best season view whales. It was a thrill then, to see a young Grey whale pop up next to our boat. I hope one day to live in a place where whale sightings become commonplace and, “meh”.

    I look forward to your next post!

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    • Wow, thank you so much for this huge compliment. I am blown away, not only by but but that you are taking the time to read my posts but also to comment. You have just made my day, no, my week, probably even my month and longer. As for the whales, yes I have got to work on the ‘meh’ feeling 🙂 I would love to see one from a boat too, now that must be something. Thanks again 🙂

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  2. I loved this so much that I was green with envy (O for so many reasons mainly…..and you will love this……. it was so damned GOOD……..)but then as I let myself get into it I was swept away and my breathing relaxed and slowed too…….it just stole me away…….

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    • I am overwhelmed today. Thank you Foxy, thank thank you. It is such a great thing to sit on a cliff like that with all the world at my feet and I have long wanted to try and describe it. It is wonderful to hear that I might have managed to share some of that feeling around…much appreciation.xx

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