August 9th, 2010
Sitting at Caribou reading and writing about the trip to Haines, Alaska. I’m in the transition period of small town simplicity, back to the perceived reality of home. Missing the remote wilderness and the daily activities of camping and kayaking in the Lynn Canal.
March 14th, 2010
If asked by the glassmaker or another being existing not in this reality, would I want the fractures fixed, built back into the essence of myself? I would say no.
What encompasses and mediates the space between the light sources, so grand and distant, and ancient as the light we see, we experience, we bow and pray to, may not exist anymore? What do we tell ourselves when the worshipped deity died minutes or years ago, and did not hear the plea that we made?
March 14th, 2010
Went to Blythe Spirit last night at the Jungle Theatre. Wonderful production with good laughs and an intersting story line. I feel for the lead character having one wife and his deceased ex-wife coming back and haunting him.
February 12th, 2010
Throughout history, music has inspired and been a muse for writing of any kind, such as prose, poetry, novels, love letters, etc. The following music is my muse;
1. Helios
2. Rameses III
3. Olafur Arnalds
4. Johann Johannsson
5. Enigma
6. Nadia Sirota
7. Hildur Gudnaddottir
January 9th, 2010
The crisp blue sky backdrop for the snow contrasts and radiates in the cold air. The sun is out, its light reflecting off everything. I remember these days as a child in Northeast, the sled moves fast on the snow and ice sheen, the moving air a cold blast on the skin, the bottom of the hill coming fast.
January 7th, 2010
The morning dark sky brought powdery snow with the cold air. Even with eyes closed, you would know it is winter as the air is cold, crisp, and invigorating.
January 5th, 2010
A new year, brings a new website. Superior Expeditions is in the process of a new design.
Here is a sneak preview – http://www.superior-expeditions.org/alpha/
January 4th, 2010
A late happy new year. Time was spent along Lake Superior within 15 to 25 below temperatures. Snowshoeing under a perfect, cold blue sky. The snow squeaked under foot. The full moon that rose in the evening was a sight from heaven.
Photos will be posted soon at www.superior-expeditions.org
December 29th, 2009
As the year is coming to a close, the heavy thoughts build on top of each other and the reflection back on the experiences and decisions, begs for a break, begs to step away from this for awhile. Too much…. too much information, too much angst and pain. How to shield the eyes, cover with a blindfold, turn and run, run fast, in any direction, looking for an escape.
The northern water and landscape is calling me with a low murmur, the static of water crashing, and the morning sunset over the frozen shoreline. So calm and peaceful the morning light becomes.
A desire for simplicity, a return to our roots and the instincts we subdue in order to survive in the world we ourselves have had a part in creating, even with intentions otherwise, the collective had other ideas.
A return to the basics of nature and survival, the daily tasks that have a purpose, and each purpose feeds another purpose, and the day is defined by what we are willing to give and willing to sacrifice.
December 26th, 2009
The mind is heavy with thoughts as the snow fall ends and we are left with the aftermath, the heavy blanket across the land, the frozen flowers and trees, and the rabbit’s track at the front door. So simple, so beautiful.