Just another polar bear adrift in the sea

Left a good job in the city…. November 3, 2013

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Rollin’ on the River.


 Earlier this week I was listening to an interview on NPR discussing the film “A River Changes Course” , which is a film about modernization in Cambodia. In the movie we met a young man who is following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a fisherman in a place that is slowly losing it’s fish to the crush of the modern world. His words are often desolate and bleak. Besides the obvious theme of modernization and deforestation something else struck me in listening to this. Until now I never really understood the impact of water on the lives of our ancestors.

(for those of you rolling your eyes and thinking “no shit sylvari”. Good for you for knowing more than me. Now shush and let me talk)

Rivers were the first super highways our ancestors had. They were a sure source of food. Some told their year by the flooding of the river. Oceans ebb and flow in our blood. Heraclitus said “No man steps in the same river twice” which is true but in stepping into that water you can step into the past. Let the water carry you away and introduce you to those people of long ago who stepped in that same and different river.

More than any other element (imho) water can help us to connect to the past, to slow us down in our daily lives. While I am by no means a Luddite I do think finding a way to combine the good from the modern world with a less hectic, stressful life style from the past is not a bad thing. Air moves too fast, Fire is consumed with change, Earth sings a much older song but Water lives at our pace. It touches people and brings their memories and stories down new paths to new people.

I think it’s time to slow down.


Fisherman at work, Depok Lake, Indonesia (by alex hanoko).


Born to be wild…. November 2, 2013

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It’s been a few weeks since I got back from the West Coast. I can honestly say that if I didn’t love my little corner of the world I would try and find a way to live out there. Northern California is beautiful. The weather was idyllic. The people super friendly. I would go on the strength of eggits alone. However…. the Pacific Northwest. Man. Paradise. There aren’t enough words to describe what a lovely place it is. Forests like fairy lands, covered in moss, coasts full of the full power of the ocean, wild places where you can feel the age of the land in a way you cannot out here. The Viking and I talked about it a little bit about how everything here has an age to it. It is true but the age of things here is more of a weary, worn, civilized type. There the age is in it’s untouched wildness.

Here is a picture of a small corner of the PNW-


and here is a picture I took on a hike last week at home – 



They give you a taste of the difference but to really feel the difference you have to be there. I will certainly be paying more attention to these things in the future. 



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