The wisdom of whales

Self-acceptance is inherent in all animals and can be best
understood by observing nature. At Puerto Madryn in Argentina, for
example, dozens of right whales come to breed in the calm waters
surrounding the Valdes Peninsula. It is amazing to get close to such
enormous creatures. They are the biggest animals in the world and
surely among the most powerful, yet all they do is radiate love. It’s
incredible. It’s all you can feel. They are pure peace, pure love, and
yet they are so big. They look at you lazily through the shimmering
water as if you’re some rare breed of insect, and then down they go
again.

The whales come with their babies, and those babies drink two
thousand liters of milk a day. So poor Mom spends most of her time
nursing. All the baby wants to do is feed – he’d be happy to drink ten
thousand liters of milk a day. When she gets tired of feeding him, she
rolls over onto her back so he can’t reach her nipples. The baby starts
slapping Mom with his tail in an attempt to make her roll over. It’s a
relatively powerful thing to have a baby whale slapping you with its
tail, but Mom just lies there in perfect peace. She lets him have his
little temper tantrum and continues to rest, even when he’s getting
annoyed. She doesn’t judge herself; she doesn’t think, I shouldn’t get tired so easily. I’m not giving enough to my children, poor things. Animals never judge themselves. To them everything is perfect.

When the mother has rested, she teaches the baby how to jump out of
the water. When Mom jumps, it’s magnificent. It’s poetry in motion.
When the baby tries to copy, he’s a disaster! He does big belly flops
and isn’t impressive at all. But his mother doesn’t say,”Oh my God,
you’re not doing it properly! You’re embarrassing me in front of the
other whales! I mustn’t be a very good teacher…” No. She just keeps
leaping, and he keeps practicing, until they are in perfect union,
perfect synchrony.

Nature doesn’t judge. It’s pure love, pure being, perfectly in the
moment because it’s not thinking all the time. Such is the nature of
enlightenment.

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