“… the beauty we fed on was the beauty that threatened us.”
(“Surviving the Island of Grace” by Leslie Leyland Fields)
Some folks close their eyes and turn toward the rising sun to bask in its warmth and shimmering light. Others bend their knee toward a religious site in an act of homage. We turn to face experiences, loved ones and ideas that beckon to us, absorb us… that capture our heart and our mind.
Wherever I find myself for an extended period of time, I adjust my bearings, to determine which direction is north. I consider how many 100s of miles I am from the tree line in northern Canada, or the distance to that artificial longitudinal marking known as the Arctic Circle. The mythologies, adventures and the natural forces associated with the arctic region fascinate me. I am drawn to a beauty, a wonder, a magnificence of people, nature and survival that’s at once enthralling and terrifying.
(“Surviving the Island of Grace” by Leslie Leyland Fields)
Some folks close their eyes and turn toward the rising sun to bask in its warmth and shimmering light. Others bend their knee toward a religious site in an act of homage. We turn to face experiences, loved ones and ideas that beckon to us, absorb us… that capture our heart and our mind.
Wherever I find myself for an extended period of time, I adjust my bearings, to determine which direction is north. I consider how many 100s of miles I am from the tree line in northern Canada, or the distance to that artificial longitudinal marking known as the Arctic Circle. The mythologies, adventures and the natural forces associated with the arctic region fascinate me. I am drawn to a beauty, a wonder, a magnificence of people, nature and survival that’s at once enthralling and terrifying.