musings of an aquarian age counterculturist

Japan Dolphins Day 2013

Japan Dolphins Day 2013

The dolphin slaughter in Japan is set to begin on September 1st.
Please join the global protest to raise awareness at an event near you
this weekend:

Japan Dolphins Day: Global Protest


“Each year from September 1 to around the end of March, hundreds of dolphins are slaughtered in Japan.  Fisherman round them up using sound barriers to disorient and herd the frantic pods out of their normal migrations into hidden lagoons like the one featured in The Cove:

In some cases, individual dolphins which are deemed as being ‘show quality’ (and, often, who look like Flipper, the iconic dolphin from the 1960’s television series), are selected by trainers and sold for upwards of $150,000 USD to marine mammal parks around the world, where they will remain in captivity performing as circus acts for the rest of their lives.

The remaining dolphins are then inhumanely killed. The butchered dolphins are used for food, while the Japanese government intentionally shelters people from the dangers of eating their contaminated flesh. Consumers of dolphin meat run the risk of mercury poisoning due to high levels of the toxin within the animals. Adding to this danger, much of the pricier whale meat they purchase is actually mislabeled toxic dolphin meat. While the Japanese government defends dolphin hunting as part of their cultural heritage, this tradition has serious health effects on its own people.

The more lucrative captive dolphin industry is the driving economic force behind the dolphin slaughter in Taiji. In the U.S. alone, dolphinariums represent an $8.4 billion industry. A dead dolphin fetches a mere $600, as compared with the hundreds of thousands that can be made from live ones. International law provides no protections against the killing of dolphins, and other slaughters occur in places outside of Japan. The International Whaling Commission (IWC) affords no protections for 71 (out of 80, known) cetacean species, including all dolphins and porpoises, which is why Japan and other countries can legally kill them by the tens of thousands.”


* Show up at a protest.

* Take direct action.  Every time you purchase tickets to attend shows using animals for entertainment (including dolphin shows, rodeos, circuses) you are directly supporting inherently cruel industries.  Take the Pledge.  Don’t go!

* Inform yourself.  Inform others. 

Here’s more truth about captivity – watch, learn, share:  Blackfish


Lost & Found

“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves”.
Henry David Thoreau

I am “The One” in the family that left “home” for parts unknown at a relatively young age. Having relocated many times in my formative years, I grew more accustomed to a state of transition than to any sense of groundedness.  Aside from NY, I haven’t felt any significant attachment to a particular place in my adult life either.  In fact, even today I am basically living like a college student with sparse furniture and half of my belongings packed in banker’s boxes from my last move.  Which was over three years ago (!)

The apartment I now occupy was always meant to be a temporary space.   A placeholder for my husband and I to plot our future, a spot to share dreams and decide together on our eventual landing place in a home of our choosing where we would buy grown-up furniture, commit to paint colours, adopt another cat and maybe a dog.  Someday, if it was meant to be, we would create a baby.  Possibly a garden.  No white picket fence, but perhaps a row of trees.

Needless to say, all of those hopes and dreams died with the end of our marriage.  And ever since, it seems as though I’m wandering aimlessly lost and in dire need of directions.

This weekend I fly to Manitoba to spend a week with my family in cottage country.  It is a trip I had been putting off until I could bring my husband with me.  I wanted to show him the geographical place I was born, where my parents shared most of their lives together, my father’s resting place, where my sister and brother-in-law and nieces all call “home”.  The intention was to have a second wedding ceremony including my nieces and a lifelong friend that I to this day think of as my other sister.

And now, I acknowledge that all of those plans are gone.  Gone.  GONE.

I must also admit that despite the core sadness I am experiencing around this journey, under the surface, there is also a sense of excitement to see my nieces in the latest versions of themselves (I mean, shit!  Kids really do grow up so fast.)  Returning to a place I no longer consider “home”, but remains a part of my heart.

I’ve felt very lost going through the upheaval that has been my life lately.  But I’m also quite certain that this disorientation will eventually reveal itself to be a map.  An internal GPS that ultimately leads to whoever it is that I’m becoming.

As I regain my bearings, I look forward to discovering the next phase of my life.  Whatever that looks like.