I’m shocked to see that it’s been away from my blog for 2 months. I haven’t been idle. On the contrary, I’ve been having a series of wonderful adventures. After a busy month of work in July, I’ve had the best August – filled with great outdoor experiences. Camping and traveling, paddling and flying around the north. Its been an incredible and unforgettable month for several reasons, filled with highs and lows on a once in a lifetime scale.
I’m back at home now. But I’m left with the peace that comes from being outside and looking at wild things for long periods of time. Suddenly I have no interest in facebook, or what I am wearing, or shopping, or rushing around here and there. (Although I wouldn’t turn down a float plane ride.) I am filled with gratitude for the power of the wilderness. The power that it has to bring peace, and contentment. Even the vast open, empty and cold spaces of the Arctic have a power to enter my heart, and quietly smooth out a lasting impression, the way water can wear away rock. I am always still surprised at how time in the wilderness changes me. Permanently. It has something to do with being a small speck in a vast world, a world where the sun rises and sets, the waves rise and fall, the wind blows and then is calm. Where the stars are always in the sky. Where we remain a very small part of a very large space. I find the smallness of great comfort. I am small but I am there – I am a part of the larger picture but my role is small, and perhaps insignificant. The only thing required of me is to be there, just to be.
And I was.