Showing posts with label journeys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journeys. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Being Caribou

[image from their website : Necessary Journeys]

Folks, here is an adventurous couple with an amazing story. In 2003, wildlife biologist Karsten Heuer and his wife environmentalist Leanne Allison traveled 1500 kms on foot  across the Arctic tundra, following  the caribou herd's migration to the calving grounds in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Alaska. The journey took them five months, and resulted in their book, Being Caribou and the National Film Board's film of the same name. In the film Bush Sr and Jr both respond to concern for the caribou, Bush Sr by angrily stating "I'll go jobs for the American people, they can go with the caribou!"

Sigh. Must it always be jobs versus the environment? Sustainable solutions, and clean sources of energy, can provide jobs and help, not harm the environment, were the Status Quo-lovers' brains able to compute this information.

(link to film clip is here, click on the Being Caribou clip:)
They made this journey in hopes of raising awareness of threats to the caribou's survival. They point out the "Wildlife Refuge" designation is a misnomer, as oil and gas interests now threaten the migratory patterns of these animals.  

Book and film document their encounters with Arctic weather, icy rivers, mosquitoes and a hungry grizzly. In the film, one experiences their everyday lives during the journey and the wonder of running with huge herds of migrating caribou. It looks rugged, but quite glorious, especially as enjoyed in one's comfy armchair, with a cup of tea at hand!


In 2007, after a brief rest in which their son, Zev, was born, they paddled, portaged and sailed across Canada, with now two year old Zev and their dog, Willow. This time they were in search of Canadian wildlife author, Farley Mowatt, (Never Cry Wolf and many other titles). They set off from their home in Canmore, Alberta, and made their way across the country to the far shores of Canada, arriving  at the author's home in Cape Breton. What an adventure!

The film of that journey is called Finding Farley and a clip can be viewed here:
 http://www.beingcaribou.com/necessaryjourneys/film.html

Born to the trekking life, little Zev apparently walked every one of the kilometres himself. Some people have trouble taking a two year old to Walmart!

This film took top prize at the Banff Mountain Film Festival.

I love this young couple's spirit of adventure, their concern for the environment and their love of the land. Both of these clips show the beautiful natural world they traveled through and are well worth the look. What a beautiful land North America is, especially when you get out of the cities and into the wild and untouched places.

We are so lucky!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Obelisk Moon

[image from flickr.com]

[I am posting this in response to Poets United Thursday Think Tank prompt: Family. I wrote it some years ago the night before Mother's Day. I am happy to report all are doing very well now. But when it comes to a poem about family, this was ours at one time. We loved our way through to calmer seas. I now understand an obelisk is a tower, not this pregnant-shaped moon. But I love the sound of it, so will leave it be.]

Obelisk moon
suspended in the sky
like a seven-months
pregnant woman
gliding by,
four times I sailed
proud and serene
like you,
small voyagers
aswim in a sea of dreams
all safe within.
I tacked and drifted,
set the mainsail fast
those sunny days
we thought would
for forever last.

How I dreamed
such simple dreams
of happiness:
the future
such a whole
and shining thing
life's songs
all waiting there
for them to sing
joyously
like laughing lovers
in the sun
and be happier than I
when I was young.

Now one son laughs
and lives his life
and one son weeps
in a maze from which
he cannot
find his way.
One daughter struggles
but goes on,
one daughter sweeps
from depth to wave-peak
in a single day
four small precarious
passengers
hanging on
without the chance
to choose
to a mother
not completely here
they are afraid
to lose.

And I?
My heart still sails
through seas sublime
my compass pointed
firmly towards
a hope
that I would keep
but all the time
a nightwatchman
lives on board
who never sleeps
and I wait
for that call
that knock in the night
to sound again
that is my world
come crashing down
in pain.

My heart lives now
four other hearts
inside.
Their journeys
become
my journey
and it is
a bumpy ride.

32 mother's days
sailing by so fast
on this sea of hope
where nothing ever lasts
days of unbearable beauty
unbearable sorrow
the best gift:
my children,
all alive
tomorrow.