Forty five minutes across the water to be greeted, well, acknowledged, by a colony of common seals just before we landed for the ten minute walk to the loch and then an hour on our own to wander about on the rocks. Today we were blessed with sunny views of the jagged black Cullins and the smooth red Cullins in the background.
The photos speak for themselves, so I want to say something about the seals. Yes, I want to say that they have the 3S’s down pat. I doubt that they need to read this blog, nor would they be interested in writing for it. You see, silence, solitude and simplicity are woven into the very fabric of a seal’s being, or at least their skin. There they were lounging on the rocks, not getting anxious or stressed with each other or with all of us gawking at them from the boat.
This is they way it is with seals, or so I like to think. When they are so moved, in the go for a swim or for food. All in good time. Although in seemingly close proximity in the colony, they appear to have their own personal space—quite a balance between being independent and being in community.
I know I can get carried away with the analogy, but I do wonder what I can learn from seals. Full disclosure: I’ve always know that if I were an animal, I’d be a seal. I mean, wouldn’t it be fun to be a silky? But for today, I felt affinity with them lying there without a care in their world. Maybe as a start, I can learn to be laid back.