As I glance to the right, I still. I stop paddeling and float calmly, silently for what seems like an eternity. Yet again I am fascinated, enthralled by the beauty and wonder of nature. I think of the Book of the Kells and then to the movie of the same name, the stylized artwork, the connections to natural beauty, continuous lines, symbolism.
I am at peace simply due to the fact that I am kayaking here, in the vast openness of the water outside of the village. However, seeing what God has created here, in nature, in this peaceful and serene area, all I think of is my desire to sketch, to draw, to connect in a way that feels natural and right to me. I long for the time when I was able to take the time or made myself take the time to not only recreate what someone else has, to craft, but to create something that is new and all my own.
There is a difference in not only craftsmanship of the mundane daily 'crafting' that I feel as though I have been solely doing, but also in how it makes me feel. How it moves my soul. From the first day that I came across the open water into the beauty and vastness of Alaska's wilderness nearly four years ago, I felt connected with this place. I've seen, in it's beauty, art. The fine arts, visual, pure, uncomplicated. I still feel it. Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've been, I connect to it and it to me. This is my soul, this is my passion. It is time to reconnect to what makes me tick, to what I breath for and live for.
