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Winter Sun

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Winter Sun, Puntilla Lake, Alaska

A year indoors is a journey
along a paper calendar.

A year in outer nature is the
accomplishment of a tremendous ritual.

Henry Beston


Almost 100 years ago Henry Beston spent a whole year in a remote Cape Cod cabin and wrote the The Outermost House. He simply observed and described the change of seasons to an audience that could not afford or endure the hardship and solitude of such an endeavour.

“The world today is sick to its thin blood for the lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot.”

Even more true today. A great read.

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Winter light – № 2

“I celebrate life
with a different color each day.
That way, each day is different.”

Anthony T. Hincks


Same tree, different evening.

Today a river otter joined me for a brief moment watching the blue sunset.

What’s the color of your day today?

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01/17 – Unsettled

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How was your first month of the new year?

Everything just peachy? Great!

Or was it more like a “like a mad, insane sprint in tight circles spiraling around and down the toilet bowl”, as Keir J. Beadling describes it in his fitting piece “Stop the world – I want to get off”?


“… like a mad, insane sprint in tight circles spiraling around and down the toilet bowl”


It’s been a rather turbulent month. The climate turned downright frosty towards the end, although that did not prevent some folks from walking the streets. Rapidly changing conditions resulted in slippery conditions with travel delays and cancellations. Unfortunately there appears to be no improvement of conditions in the near-term future. Some forecasters predict this unsettling weather may last 2-4 years…

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Clouds, Mist, and Rain

“Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.”

Rabindranath Tagore


The storms that drifted into my life lately have brought mist and rain. Considering we are in the middle of August that is not surprising. The rainy season is about to begin. Mushrooms are popping up everywhere, the first yellow leaves are falling to the ground…

The clouds have also brought colors into the sunset sky. Or is it that the sun is actually setting? By 10PM I need to switch on the lights to read. They were not needed during the earlier part of summer.

So I will consider Mr. Tagore’s advice and enjoy the colorful sunsets.

Rabindranath Tagore was an Indian poet, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.

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Grounded

“Every giant leap for mankind resulting from a technological advance requires a commensurate step in the opposite direction – a counterweight to ground us in humanity.”

Alex Morritt


Dense fog lingered yesterday in the Upper Lynn Canal grounding the local helicopter fleet. Usually they shuttle visitors onto a nearby glacier, so they can experience the magic of walking on ice or riding in a dogsled.

Obviously I am on a different schedule and I would rather spend a winter with the dogs or go on a long hike to experience the beauty of remote ice fields, but not everybody has the opportunity to do so. Nevertheless, I can’t help the thought that the best way to connect with Nature is to be in Nature. Taking the helicopter feels like a thrilling shortcut to me.

Seems to me taking shortcuts is a virtue of our times.

Grounded in humanity…

What does that mean?

Who is teaching us about humanity, one of the seven virtues?

 

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