i found some drafts of posts i never posted. this one for some reason i was thinking that if a whale wrote a memoir it wouldn't be all that different from mine, even though at first i thought whales didn't do much but swim around and eat, but then that's what we do isn't it then?
A whales memoir would be the same as ours. Where i was born, my early
years, friends, parents, aunts, innocence and feeling safe until one day
everything changed. As an adult, new friends, finding a mate, starting
a family or not, why i decided to try for a leadership role in the pod,
or decided not to, and how that went. The joy of my body, of movement,
of the group, the beauty of the world, how i loved to sing. Great
meals i had, interesting places we visited, strange sights we saw.
Terrible danger i was in and how i survived, battles of various kinds
and what i learned from them and how i was hurt. Would there be regrets
and longings? Sorrow at loss of mother, friends, siblings? Fear of
death?
