While this photo does not accurately picture an arctic forest, it is beautiful and is my current desktop.
This poem I wrote in honor of my friend Jozien who lives in Mendenhall, in Yukon territory who goes into the wild quite regularly. Jozien lives on the edge of wilderness, at a wide spot on the road from Whitehorse to somewhere else. There is not much there other than a few neighbors. At least that is how she describes it as she does on her blogs. You can touch her world on my blog sidebar, Keeper of Wild Places, she calls it. I wrote this poem about the many hikes she describes.
Walking The Land
The ancient lake bed,
the still more ancient island,
all the mosquitoes,
even the swallows
all say you are so lovely
as you walk tall, strong
in the summer land
of your adopted country,
thus blessing us all.
July 3, 2009 11:01 PM
Beautiful photo and tribute to Jozien, Keeper of Wild Places.
ReplyDeleteJozien is a beauty herself.
ReplyDeleteCan we live on the edge of wilderness, surrounded by cement? Perhaps not. Perhaps the reason for my bloodied forehead...banging, banging, against a formidable wall I dreamed was a plant.
ReplyDeleteI think, Annie, some of us can live like that, fully civilized but on the edge of wilderness. This is not possible for most of the numbers now alive. You would have to reduce our numbers radically in order to make it possible for anyone who wished such a life to have it.
ReplyDeleteI think we are highly at risk for self destruction as a race. I think that we will pass through a really uncomfortable and dangerous time that will probably come close to wiping us out. After that, with such a reduction in our numbers, if we have managed to keep our civilization intact, we may live just that way.
Such a life is fairly easy to find in Canada at present. Jozien had an excellent post a little while back concerning being outside with her little girl friend (who lived in the house and yard where they were) when a grizzly cub appeared nearby. They had to go in the house at that point because the nearly certain coming encounter with the mother grizzly would have been unwise.
That might be more nature than you really care for.
I like the addition of the photos. I am quiet visual. I deleted my blog today but wanted you to know I will still be around sometimes.
ReplyDeleteCherie
Wow. (((Cherie)))
ReplyDeleteI want you to know that I really care about your welfare. I hope you find what you are looking for.
lovely picture, my desktop too now. =)
ReplyDeleteWelcome. I don't know if you have followed very long. I have shared before that in 1967-1969 I was in East Pakistan, which is quite far from West Pakistan, but the experience left me with a bit more appreciation and understanding of your part of the world.
ReplyDeleteThat is unusual in an American, as you may well know.
Thank you for your interest.