Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I remember the day some years ago, when dolphins rode the bow waves just below where I was perched upon the very tip of a diveboat returning from a good morning's dive. The younger me gazed in wide-eyed wonder, full of astonishment at the grey sleekness that epitomised the flashing bodies of streamlined grace below my feet. Poetry in motion. And I never did forget that poetry.
It pains me, therefore, to hear of this - the government-sanctioned annual dolphin culling in an isolated cove in Japan. I can condemn this madness in many many ways, but for now I choose to appeal to a sense of humanity and a touch of universal love. Remember the baby harp seal hunt in Canada which I had written of several months ago? If that was painful to me, this is worse because I am one who has swum enthralled with dolphins, side by side, eye to eye in brief moments of apparent connection.
A petition goes around, to be delivered eventually to the Japanese government. For our seas, our oceans, I have read and signed it. Now, will you?
It pains me, therefore, to hear of this - the government-sanctioned annual dolphin culling in an isolated cove in Japan. I can condemn this madness in many many ways, but for now I choose to appeal to a sense of humanity and a touch of universal love. Remember the baby harp seal hunt in Canada which I had written of several months ago? If that was painful to me, this is worse because I am one who has swum enthralled with dolphins, side by side, eye to eye in brief moments of apparent connection.
A petition goes around, to be delivered eventually to the Japanese government. For our seas, our oceans, I have read and signed it. Now, will you?
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