Salmon run

internet diary
(dear god, no – please don’t call it a blog)

Nov. 09, 2010
Lest we forget, it is the day before, the day before Remembrance Day.

My morning started with Eagles and ended with salmon stink in Goldstream Forest,
for a rainy morning, it was glorious in the forest, just great to be out amoungst the
450-500 year old red cedar giants.
[ To put that into perspective those trees were alive when Europe
came out of the dark ages. ]
There is one grandfather tree here that at least 700 years old.  It’s life started before the
days of Columbus “discovering” America, only 518 years ago… In 1310 in France, 54
members of the Knights Templar are burned at the stake for heresy. (That stink was
probably worse than the dying salmon stink in the river today… which is natural by the way!)

First thing this morning, I got up early, as I like to do.  I had an e-mail to answer.

I had a young, native fellow, send me his picture in regalia from the Ojibiwa
with a request to help him find Eagle feathers… ‘ah, young warrior, feathers
are not found by looking (I’ve seen people step right over a 2′ feather) but
by feeling.’  The feathers have their own language, as do all things in Nature
and thinking just isn’t enough, for (I believe) in Nature that ‘feeling’ is the natural
psychedelic extended dimension… the full experience, no drugs needed.

Then I was off to Goldstream Park, where the yearly salmon migration is underway.
Maple leaves were falling and whirling through the air.  Eagles were feasting on
salmon in the estuary.

Once I came to understand the salmon’s great journey, I came to a sense of awe… for it is Amazing!  Amazing is really the only way to describe their journey and final
feat of laying eggs for the next generation.

Last year over 19,000 chum came out of the ocean and up Goldstream River to their
final resting places… the female lays approx. 400 eggs at a time, then the males are
only needed for 10-15 seconds (but immediately) after the laying, then the males die too.
(Sorry fellows)
The females will lay approximately 3000 eggs before they expire the last of their lives.
Life, death and rebirth.  Today I’m thinking (heck) ‘Really, maybe that’s all there is.’

There was a guide from leading a group of small girls and boys,
maybe grade 1 or 2, teaching about the salmon lifecycle and ecosystems.  The guide
had cut open one of the salmon (that had already died) to show the guts and then
cut open the eye… to show a tiny, perfectly round crystal ball… and when you looked
through it, everything was reversed, upside nwod – just like it is in humans.

I had heard this before, though had forgotten… salmon and ourselves (and other
animals) see things upside down sdrawkcab (hint: you can hold this word up to a
mirror), that is how our eyes work, it is then our brain that reverses the image.
That just might explain a whole lot of things, like how humans get a lot stuff in
Nature backwards, eh?

Anyhoo, after the guide put the eyeball lens on a flat rock to show all the kids,
once she was finished (I had snuck to the end of the line to see for myself), then
the children started chanting and laughing, “Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it…”
It was spontaneously awesome, and very funny.

Though I sure thought about it, the guide said not to eat the eyeball because the
salmon had been dead for too long.  Oh well, an adventure never-the-less.

Where was your day?

JOEarth, over and out(side)

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