La Boca de Soledad (The Mouth of Solitude), Bahia Magdalena
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
A person’s soul is reflected in his eyes…
Look deeply into my eyes…
Her eyes match her smile…
The eye of the storm…
Maintaining eye contact…
Today aboard the National Geographic Sea Bird all eyes were on gray whales here in Magdalena Bay. We watched as adult gray whales breached into the air, pectoral fins splayed and body pirouetting in the sun. We peered into the eyes of young gray whale calves as they spy-hopped beside our Zodiacs. We looked on as mothers lifted their babies across their backs while surfacing. We focused our camera “eyes” on curious animals in this calm water lagoon near and far.
Many of us have migrated to this lagoon from all over North America for the chance to simply look into the eyes of a gray whale. But nothing so magical can be labeled so simply. For some the recognition reflected back through gray whale eyes speaks to our collective intelligence. For others the penetrating stare may touch our very souls. The wisdom and trust in a mother whale’s eyes while she watches her calf approach our boats speak to our parental nature. Looking into a whale’s eyes is no doubt a spiritual experience like very few others to be found on this planet covered mostly by oceans.
Perhaps it is ourselves we see reflected back to us in the eye of a whale, or if not ourselves, then perhaps the very best aspects of ourselves. I often ponder just why it is that I feel the connections I do when I look into a whale’s eye. It is not easy to describe, or even to explain, let alone to write about. A second thought usually enters my mind immediately after the first; just who is watching whom?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
A person’s soul is reflected in his eyes…
Look deeply into my eyes…
Her eyes match her smile…
The eye of the storm…
Maintaining eye contact…
Today aboard the National Geographic Sea Bird all eyes were on gray whales here in Magdalena Bay. We watched as adult gray whales breached into the air, pectoral fins splayed and body pirouetting in the sun. We peered into the eyes of young gray whale calves as they spy-hopped beside our Zodiacs. We looked on as mothers lifted their babies across their backs while surfacing. We focused our camera “eyes” on curious animals in this calm water lagoon near and far.
Many of us have migrated to this lagoon from all over North America for the chance to simply look into the eyes of a gray whale. But nothing so magical can be labeled so simply. For some the recognition reflected back through gray whale eyes speaks to our collective intelligence. For others the penetrating stare may touch our very souls. The wisdom and trust in a mother whale’s eyes while she watches her calf approach our boats speak to our parental nature. Looking into a whale’s eyes is no doubt a spiritual experience like very few others to be found on this planet covered mostly by oceans.
Perhaps it is ourselves we see reflected back to us in the eye of a whale, or if not ourselves, then perhaps the very best aspects of ourselves. I often ponder just why it is that I feel the connections I do when I look into a whale’s eye. It is not easy to describe, or even to explain, let alone to write about. A second thought usually enters my mind immediately after the first; just who is watching whom?
