I admire the craft of storytelling by gifted writers of fiction. Reality is a challenge for any storyteller. It doesn't allow us to develop the "looking back" perspective. The only gift I might have is the ability to assemble my visual observations in the framework of linear causality. Thus, my written narriations could be one of many possible. I invite you to form your own. After all, we share only one world; the better we understand, the better off we will be.
Someone had to go outside of our planet to confirm that, indeed, it's blue. Yet, throughout history, a man could endlessly be trapped staring ahead at the water's edge.
Was it the curiosity of what's on the other side or a primordial calling?
Still, there is so much more hidden below the surface.
Could something be stretched across time, playing continuously like a piece of background music, and yet judged beautiful? Since beauty resides in the ultimate privacy of our minds, is there any common ground for the binding of us all valuation system?
Consequently, will pro-activity ever replace reactivity entrenched in our social structures?
Can one develop a bigger picture of our world without insightful details, intertwining storylines, or frequent stops for reflections?
What appears obvious might be, in fact, very complex. What's seems irrelevant could be a springboard to endless conversations.
For decades the summer playground of so many Canadians and Americans. The waterways used to be packed with all sorts of watercraft. No longer, it's quiet now, deprived of children's laughter. The place of a thoughtful moment for reflection seems to be more distant than ever.
Regrettably, one might miss a chance to experience connections between climate and ecology.
My childhood memories are still firmly laid within “my neighbourhood.“ A place where no one could do stupid things in the long run. The constant social interactions, sooner rather than later, kept the lid on bad habits, thoughts, language and reckless behaviours.
Finding traces of past neighbourhoods in car cities could be a guilty pleasure for social archaeologists.
What's left from reportedly the tallest, most extended mountain range? Landscapes of 4-dimensional scale, with transparency of processes that formed life as we know it.
Seeing them is only the beginning.
Sooner or later, you could feel it coming. Despite all misfires, twists and turns at its arrival, it comes like a brief gentle kiss, never to be forgotten. Before you get used to it, it vanishes in the waves of sweltering heat.
I picture a world so close to urban life and yet far away from it.
My mind could be quite a messy place. Bits and pieces floating around, images and conversations around the campfire, dreams scattered, unattached to anything in focus. If I can't walk away, I might put them to rest. Or into something like a "closure."
One day I packed my gear and went alone to Killarney's OSA Lake, possibly for the last time.
The boreal forest makes up three-quarters of all Canadian forests. Hardly accessible and unknown to the majority of Canadians. It had been the vital carbon sink for global climate stability. Since 2013 however, and according to science, it has become a net emitter of atmospheric carbon.
The question of why should be a subject of everyone's concern. But it is not.
I often choose to set my camp under the white pine. The true marvel of ecological adaptation with a genome many times larger than my own body can master. It can create a symbiotic environment for many species, yet it can take over everything.
I tune into its gentle whispers in my midday nap.