Not Drowning but Waving

"did someone say fish and chips?"

Spent the day on the water.
Our guide this morning was Howie - see extras a First Nation guide who has piloted these waters for visitors for 16 years. He is a bit of a whale whisperer and they came and said hello. Two he had names for -Saddle and Marcus, they had visited the same bay for 5 years, always diving together for their time feeding here.
In the afternoon we went Kayaking and walked with Howie's cousin on Meares Island. Listening to them both today was remarkable for several reasons, not least their connection with the deeper rhythms evident in nature here. 
Whilst on the island Donald told us about the poor soil, with little nitrogen, nutrients washed away by the abundant rain. The salmon that visited for spawning, passed up the creeks, the coyotes caught them oftentimes, ate their heads only - (to avoid parasites), tossed aside the main body of the fish, which decomposed and provided nitrogen to the soil, needed by the trees, it has been estimated that 40% of the nitrogen in the trees is acquired this way. Phil who we stayed with on our first night of the trip has an active interest in restoring salmon runs - and today we heard more of that story.
We meddle with nature too often with no respect of the consequences.

I've had good reason in recent weeks to reflect on those deeper rhythms of life, those that run in our days, our weeks, the seasons and on longer times scales too. Finding them and moving with them is important if we are to be who were are meant to be. 
We meddle with nature too often with no respect of the consequences.