Floating

It wasn't very big. Her arms dangled over the top of the Log barely reaching the tops of the rock of waves, she had enough strength to hold on. They watched, not far below, but far enough to give the ocean time to balance her. Soft songs pulsed through the waves toward her.

"Float for awhile, float for awhile," they sang. They were a family, and had been for millions of memories, millions of years of memories. Between the rise and fall of the sounds that became song, The Family folded the floating girl-woman in, wrapping her tired body with 'ike.

"She will need the possibility. So lost does she feel right now. But, no never mind, nothing goes away for ever. Float for awhile, float for awhile." Koholanui was the Ancient One, ceaselessly generous her brain equal to the size of her heart.

When The Family had sung their newly growing song through the passage of noon bright sun to near set, a question came. "Why this one?" asked one of the young ones. "Can you feel something about her that drew us here?" Curiosity was honorable, and even whales have a learning curve.

"This one is one of the Muliwai. She is more us than Human, yet, she has a choice: join us or join a small band of very loyal Beings coming this way."

The young cetacean answered, repeating the song she had heard then adding this, "Between us the bridge is cluttered with accumulation. Will Humans remain as attached to so many things?"

Koholanui responded by repeating "Float for awhile, float for awhile. She will need the possibility. So lost does she feel right now. But, no never mind, nothing goes away for ever. Float for awhile, float for awhile. Why this one? Can you feel something about her that drew us here? This one is one of the Muliwai. She is more us than Human, yet, she has a choice: join us or join a small band of very loyal Beings coming this way. Between us the bridge is cluttered with accumulation. Will Humans remain as attached to so many things? They are very young these Human. But. They are our younger sisters and brothers. We will enfold them, and make space for the Muliwai here, and there. She has two spirits and the inner ears like ours. One life has been given for another. Exchange. The Rules followed. Oh yes, there is always room for faith. And, most especially there is always room for love."

Whales are the original song makers. Theirs are the record of long memory that include who they were before they dove to the depths of Earth's ocean. Theirs are songs intricate and changeable. Theirs are songs like clouds. Nourishing. Moveable. Inseparable. If you will sit with me I will weave for you a story ...a storyteller's melody.