Many ponds / Many Wonders

           Along my walk, i decided to take a "road" (a 1 car dirt lane) i'd never gone on before. Have always appreciated traveling and going a new way. This allows for a spontaneous alertness and wonder of the self; to play and be free( and sometimes lost). After a couple miles going down toward the ocean, the road met another and knew my location. Another 3/4  and i could be at the cliffs and see the whales. I feel they have some way of perceiving us, and it was not a question to go - except... You go through peoples property and pastures, and i hadn't been there for a while. At the beginning of the road down, there was a bright 444 sign - an auspicious number, which is the property at the end , tho there are a couple houses before it. Coming down, looking across the vast ocean, i knew i would be seeing my "friends." "It's not a great idea to expect things, Mr. Rational said, but there was no question it would happen. Alas. when getting there, the place where i was last time was gone, replaced by fenced areas and cow pasture. Had to keep going, so farther down, between the fences, a narrow trail, and in the trees, a perfect spot, about 100 ft up from the water. As we often find, our fears are illusions.
         Scanning the somewhat turbulent waters, no sign of of spouts or anything. I just scanned and used thoughts to communicate. After about 4 or 5 minutes, i saw spouts directly in front, a little ways out. It seemed they were not moving much and sometime floating on the surface. They seemed relaxed, in comparison to the South and Westside, where boats seek to watch them, and they keep moving. They also were staying under longer( capable of staying under for 15 mins). They were heading out and i didn't get much of a view. I noticed an orange fish that was kind of caught on a lava rock table pool, with crashing waves with whitewater sometimes covering the pool. The fish looked kind of battered, and i looked at some dangling rope down the mud cliff, and had to decide against the impulse to help somehow. This was the older brother of the orange fish in the pond where i live. That pond served as my metaphor for our environment in these writings. The fish's escape would be difficult. He needed to swim against the current of the waves pushing him the other way. THEN, swim WITH the current to be pulled back out to freedom. Of course, it would demand perfect timing, and trust or instinct or something., to go with the flow...
              So, i decided how much i could spend empathizing with the fish's predicament, which there wasn't much i could do (guess he didn't get my message), or watch  the free and relaxed cetaceans. Looking out i saw the whales had come back to that same spot out from me. It was almost a mile out. Then way out, a giant splash was all i caught of a big breech. I thought: guys this is great, i was kind of wanting to see a little more. Gotta get up that hill before dark. Few minutes - Then - right outside the break at the cove - 2 or 300 yds. out - moving like a dolphin she cruised by right by. Always bringing an excited gasp.
                  Air, O2, the blowhole,breathing through the top of the head, the chakras above the head, all these ideas brought a deeper resonance with these beings. A fantasy of an active mind, a longing - doesn't matter. The subjective experience is yours, but can be shared with those who can hear. All these thoughts, with the breath, allowed the activation again. The breath thru the top of the head, the spine tingling depth of self and at the core: a connection to all...a thankful bliss / to live now...