Friday, July 12, 2013
Home: mine and Luna's
I grew up with a pet whale. Scratch that. Let's try this again, I grew up in a small community on Vancouver Island and that small community was situated on a fjord. In that fjord lived a lone orca who separated from his pod when he was two years old. His name was Luna and he spent years living as a member of our community, and recently, Ryan Reynolds made a documentary about him. It's called Whale. I watched it last week and balled my little eyes out, not just because of Luna's story (which is totally heartbreaking), but because of the scenery. I go home so rarely, that my heart aches at the sight of the gorgeous mountains that surrounded me as I grew up. The film also brought me back to the days of my youth, when my friends and I would drive down to the dock and just listen to Luna bumping and playing with the boats. It was a truly magical experience growing up so close to such an amazing creature and seeing this film reminded me of just how lucky I was to have Luna in my life.
If you haven't already seen this documentary, I highly recommend you watch it.