yesterday morning, while Beloved and i were drinking our coffee, a mama whale and her baby showed up, too. they splashed and rolled and cavorted, mostly swimming in circles, alternately diving and blowing. they put on quite a show. this was the third time we've seen whales. i've noticed they come when the tide is high.
this afternoon, when the tide is low, i plan to walk out to the most cauldron-like of all the tide pools, and leave the offerings i've brought for mama pele - a shell from the beach at tenth street in ocean city where i grew up, a piece of peat from ireland (not just the homeland of my ancestors, peat, too, combines aspects of fire and earth) and a tigers' eye that i've worn. i also found two feathers here, one brown and speckled, and one black and white.
this morning, a school of big red fish are leaping up and out of the tranquil water, while several ominious black fins circle back and forth. Island Broker - Beloved's new alter-ego - has been hard at work since 530, when he noticed the market plunging. as for me, im just watching for the whales.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.