Shadows of the past, present, future – monolithic landforms. A dynamic world – every footstep yields a new world. Further, deeper higher. This is a place that fears no stagnancy. Once again I stand here – amongst giants – in British Columbia – with my rock – my human, mi amor. A relationship built ever up as steady as the winds that caress the mountain peaks.
There is solace in the solitude, inspiration in unknown. There is a capacity to engage critical thought – in the blink of an eye, an unknown eternity. I seek those places where redundancy quivers and hides. Inhale. Exhale. Own the consequences of my decisions. I have been to this junction, this fork in the mountains enough to know my way. The map is constant but every surface I stand on is eternally changing. A sea of white, each idiosyncratic snowflake longing for recognition. The glaciers are my highway – the agenda of today entangled above a matrix of ancient ice.
Dwarfed by the expanse, a wild without rules. Mountains fill the view as conifers carpet a hillside. At the edge, there is no clear line to distinguish where the sky ends and the peaks begin. A moment of immense gratitude – a wholeness. This is the place my heart calls home but my reason knows – I am only a visitor. Trepidation for the day there is too little ice to light this fire in my soul. We must make the choice to choose the free – to choose the wild.