On a cool brisk morning, they woke to the sound of crashing waves. The dawn was void of disruption and the balance of nature’s symphony filled them with peace and solitude. With a deep breath, they opened their eyes to take in the beauty that was laid out before them. Through their gaze, the ocean began to reveal something of grace and beauty. As if being materialized by the fog itself, a family of what looked like the kin of an ancient ocean dwelling people emerged. The impression of this moment overwhelmed them, for these were beings thought only to live within campfire tales.
You see, as with most legends, their beginning starts with the first steps of an epic journey. For these magnificent people, their story began centuries ago. It is said that in the days when Dragons roamed the land there were great wars. These wars began to threaten the very existence of each earthly dimension. Battle after battle raged and the thought of peace was long forgotten.
It is believed in this time there were a people of the sea…keepers and scribes of history. These ocean dwellers were entrusted by every tribe to record events that took place throughout the land. Overcome by the violence, these great historians began to fade into the deep. Their voice became silenced and the dimensions could no longer remember the days when there was peace or even why the wars began. Decades passed and the beauty of the land was replaced by devastation and dismay.
When all was thought to be lost, the order of the great and powerful Dragons summoned the high council for a meeting that would forever change history. The Dragons, being the eldest and wisest of all beings, led the council. Unknown to all others, the Dragons began a search for peace. What they found was a black curse that covered over all the land causing strife and fear. The only way to defeat such a dark curse was through unity, something that hasn’t been known for some time. The Dragons plea for unity once again fell on deaf ears and no peace was hoped for on this day.
As the assembly disbanded, the sounds of the ocean began as a whisper and grew into a roar. Silence overwhelmed the council and the sound of the ocean grew stronger. In the distance, just as in this majestic morning, they could be seen emerging through the fog. In that moment, it was as if a veil was lifted. The tribes began to recall a time of peace and beauty in the land. Each began to feel compassion, and on this day the Keepers of history had a voice. With this voice, they spoke of a time of unity so long forgotten. All began to be remembered and the curse was broken.
Day after day the Keepers remind us of this unity through the choreographed dance of the waves and stories held in the grains of sand. Their voice will never be silenced again and they will forever be spoken of as heroes and legends.
© Michael Scheumack 2017
Every morning on our camping trip to Point Mugu we were greeted by pods of dolphins swimming along the coast. It was an amazing and peaceful way to wake up.
