13 January, 2025

Mourning Whales & Morning Wails

Today marks day 13 of Tahlequah, carrying the lifeless body of her new calf, born on Christmas Eve. Again she grieves.

Tahlequah, an endangered Orca in the Pacific northwest lost another calf in 2018, she was so overcome with grief, she carried her dead baby on her snout and fins for days.  Unable to fish, unable to eat, researchers were concerned she may also die.  They considered intervening as she carried her baby over a thousand miles. A week went by.  Then two weeks.  Finally, on day 17 she relinquished her calf into the deep. 

The primal grief of a parent, who has lost their child is an engulfing sensation of pain and powerlessness.  There is no way around it.  Only through it. Tahlequah taught me that grief is primal and goes beyond species. 

She taught me that grief is part of the natural world.  She affirmed that needing to hold my baby after she died was

instinctual and an important part of my process.

Thank you Tahlequah. My mother's heart is mourning and wailing with you.

 “The cure for your pain is in your pain”.   -Rumi

26 October, 2023

Full Catastrophe Living

To be Alive

To be truly alive

Is to feel.

To feel all the sensations.

The passion,

The pain,

The love,

And then,

To take in the magnificence of it all

To experience it unbridled down to the depths of your soul.

To know it.

Acknowledging the pain, but marrying yourself to the love.   –HLC  


In a small boat on Juneau bay I watched in the distance for

spouts of steam.  It was summer 2019 and more than

anything, I wanted to see a whale up close and personal.

As I took in the feral majesty of it all, I was silently

summoning whales nearby.  Calling to them and respectfully

requesting to make their acquaintance, it was a simple prayer in my heart.


For years, the Pacific waters of Southeast Alaska have drawn me in to their magnificence.

Alaska is a place of healing for me. There is something sacred in the primeval wildness of it all. 

The land unencumbered.  The waters clear and so full of life.   


My prayer continued as we floated on the water with the engine turned off. 

I won’t take part in invasive whale watching practices.  I don’t want to see whales who are running

scared.  I don’t want to encroach on their territory.  I support Marine Mammal Protection and the ongoing

lobbying for further protections.  These beautiful creatures deserve freedom as much and you and I

deserve freedom.   As a lover of the natural world, the only way I was going to see a whale up close and

personal was on the terms set by the whale.  I continued sending my invitational prayer.   There were 3

other passengers on the small boat.  I chose to keep my sacred summons to myself.


           Several minutes passed maybe an hour and I noticed a slow, but ample swell, the boat rose

high in the bay and then, just a few feet away Sasha, a female humpback, silently surfaced.   I watched

as her massive head slowly rose above the swell and her grapefruit size eye met mine.  I was completely

enraptured in the moment as I made eye contact with this fantastic beast.  It felt like slow motion while

simultaneously happening so fast.  The connection was powerful.  Her graceful movement continued

revealing her walnut shaped spiracle, her blowhole.  It was so close to me I could nearly reach out and

touch it. It looked like a pair of smooth, wet nostrils.  I could see the detail of her skin. 


At that moment, the mammal in me and the mammal in her made a sacred connection, and just then she

spouted.  Her steamy, foul breath was now blowing on my cheeks and through my hair.  I was

enamored.  The stank of decomposition filtering through the air symbolized the life giving energy that was

fueling this massive animal.  Had she heard my beckoning call?  I breathed in her breath.  Watching

intently and cherishing every second of this gift. I felt so alive, as I watched Sasha descend back into the

deep, and a little piece of my heart felt healed.

Time is non-refundable.  Use it with intention.

October 2023

  I learned that Sasha the humpback whale I encountered in Juneau Bay back in 2019 lost her yearling calf, Tango.  He washed up just north of Ketchikan, Alaska.  I am heartbroken. Heartbroken for dear Sasha.  I like to believe that Sasha heard my silent prayer requesting to meet her that day in the bay.  Maybe somehow she felt my need for such exhilaration after such a long period of grief.  And now, she has joined the club no parent wants to be a part of.  I wish I could offer her a piece of healing that she offered me.

And so it is, Juneau Bay, so full of life, is also full of death.  The realness of life cycles as nature intended.  No euphemisms to shield the truth.  No pretending.  Beauty unfathomed.  Fjords, water and sky.  All of the elements unrestricted.  Birth, life, death.  Life is finite. The time we have is a gift.   Feeling the highs and lows means you are alive. What a privilege it is to be alive and present in our moments.  

I know now the question I’ve pondered, “Is it better to have love and lost?”  Absolutely yes.  Lizzy was worth all the cost.

            'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 

                            —Alfred Tennyson

#Anthropomorphize Yes I do.

01 May, 2023

May Basket

Driving my car through the morning rays of sun

Light turns to tears
Wetting my cheeks.
May baskets full of heartache.

All the feelings
Why am I angry? Short tempered?
Why all this darkness when the rest of the world has increased light?



Her loss tremendous.
Her impact profound.

All the love I was not able to give
builds up in my chest, my throat,  my body
Then floods out my eyes, my wails.
Heartache unfathomed.
.

As time marches on my distance from her grows,
Unbearable.

Yet- the beauty in those cathartic moments of pain is startling.

It is those moments,
I am with HER.

05 September, 2022

Wood Lake, Erskine, MN 56535

Warning:  I might be becoming a Minnesota Lake Person.

Hammock naps

Kittyboy

S'more eating

Sunshine Joy

Campfire

Lake side friends

Canoe ride

Apricot cleanse





















Fish bites

Cool nights

Best ever-

Northern Lights






23 July, 2022

Alaskan Troll

There are strange things done in the midnight sun, By women searching for Trolls
When I found myself out and about, on Creek Street taking a stroll

Taking in the art, the breeze from the sea, then suddenly he appears.
Ray himself, guitar in tow, where he lives in the last frontier.


I have long wanted to meet the amazing artist, Ray Troll. Today was my lucky day!

Thanks so much @ray.troll for the history talk, the art discussion. It was a privilege.

Coincidentally we also bumped into Eric‘s cousin!
Marie Loveless

What a great day in Ketchikan.



19 July, 2022

Wood Lake, Minnesota

 Canoe the lake

Watch for fish

Talk to my boyf

Make a wish


Take in the sky

Love the land

Soak in the water

Now, THIS is grand.

Found a little place by the lake- I think I'll spend more time there.


08 June, 2022

Farewell My Beloved

 I am an unabashed Cat Person.  And I love deeply and profoundly.

The loss of my dear cat is tremendous to me.

George.  King George.  Curious George. Boy George.  I will love you always. 


The gift of loving and adoring him has been an absolute privilege.  A privilege that is not lost on me.  I am grateful for every second I got to spend holding and loving him.  When the things that you live for die, the pain is profound.  Loss.  Deep heart sobs.  Again, I know sorrow.  Again I must try to pick myself up. 

 

I received word that he died while I was in Washington, then as I began my journey home on I-90 I happened across a horrific accident that had just occurred. A young man lay in the middle of the interstate bloody and crying.  I pulled over and rushed to him.   Eric, who was traveling in the car behind me laid out his (extensive) first aid kit (he is ever prepared) then he went to direct traffic and put up caution cones.  I was told the ambulance may take up to an hour in that remote part of Montana. 

 

I knelt beside this young man to comfort and support. Holding gauze pads to his head laceration to slow the bleeding.  He was in shock and only partially coherent.  I asked his name he replied:

“Gabriel”. 

Now covered in blood holding his head, I somehow remained composed, and slowly and softly repeating:

 

“Gabriel, I am here to help you, hold still.  I am here.  My name is Heidi, I am here to help”.

 

Gabriel had severe head trauma- and perhaps other injuries as well. 

 

Just like my George.  I pray that Gabriel does not succumb to his injuries.  And what a privilege it would be to meet him someday. 

Alice taught me this week to be: Open, Curious, Slow and Kind.

 

Tonight at sunset under the lilacs-  at the place of our last memory together I will bury my George.  Heaven help me, because I need it.

 

My whole family is in Idaho, I will do this alone.  

 

I am so grateful for the love of my dear friends near and far these last few days.   Shelby Barentine, Jamie Sebby, Kandis Larson,  Karie Lee, Heidi Hampe, Carol Simmons, RaeAnne Anderson and Eric Castle  I love you all deeply and profoundly.


Mourning Whales & Morning Wails

Today marks day 13 of Tahlequah, carrying the lifeless body of her new calf, born on Christmas Eve. Again she grieves. Tahlequah, an endan...