Some photos are just sketches, like a note jotted on a half used page of a Moleskine, or a quick line drawing. This is one of those kinds of photos, snapped as the sun rose behind Mount Baker as I was crossing the Lion’s Gate Bridge on a bus this morning. Spring is coming to the west coast. Flying to Victoria, we passed over a flock of snow geese heading north from Reifel Sanctuary to begin the last leg of their journey to the nesting grounds in the Arctic.
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Good old whiskey river: Witness Sometimes the mountain is hidden from me in veils of cloud, sometimes I am hidden from the mountain in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue, when I forget or refuse to go down to the shore or a few yards up the road, on a clear day, to reconfirm that witnessing presence. – Denise Levertov The photo above was from my walk today, through the forest and meadows near my home on Bowen Island.
My friend Jeff Aitken has been a strangely influential person in my life. He has been an interesting guide across intercultural spaces, helping me to frame and see my own journey as a person of mixed ancestry facilitating cross-cultural groups and helping to find the creative spark in the space that are created when we all claim our centres and show up whole. Jeff and I met in 2001 and have had a few conversations over the years, but I’ve always felt very close to him. Now at his blog rio grand-i-o, he is posting his doctoral thesis …