What does it mean to be so far north on this planet?
by Guest Blogger
July 28, 2005
Being an Indian it’s hard to explain but I will try…home is the
tropics, and the North was always the Himalayas. The roof of the world
was Tibet… What a tiny picture of the world, eh? One email and it is
split wide open. An offer to travel to Greenland with the Arctic
Sunrise, I will never see the world in the same way again. How can you?
How can anyone who has seen life above the Arctic Circle? Heavenly it
is, white clouds blanket you and blue skies peek through, promising a
boundless outer world even higher. Ice floating along, sometimes like
meringues soft creamy and crunchy; or like high mountains jagged and
steep idly floating by, or are they journeying?
I had heard of global warming and climate change. They sounded like a real
threat, but never did I REALISE it. There is an unimaginable difference
between being told and realising! Realisation comes from experience and
the understanding that comes with it.
It’s been dawning on me, like the Arctic summer sun shines after a long
dark winter gently lighting up the horizon and then sharply ascending
the sky… the boundless sky of knowing. Looking out here is like looking
into our past.
It feels like this is the mother of the oceans, the birthplace of
currents. I see it now…ice is life…it gives life little by
little…and no one understands it better than the people who have lived
here for thousands of years. The awe I feel for people here and the
landscape that shaped them is as enormous and endless as the ice I see
around me. It’s a hard life but it’s also free. An arctic explorer Knud
Rasmussen said that true wisdom can only be found far from the dwellings
of man. Could this be a ray of wisdom dawning in me?
A wisdom than shows me how important it is for change to come, how we
are all responsible for the choices we make, to keep old traditions
close and try and make place for the new.
We must protect our home, it’s the only one we have, without bombarding
it with things we create… because honestly we might be mighty but not
mightier than mother nature… here, nature humbles me… shows me how
puny we are and it’s beautiful to feel that way. It is the truth. The
arctic is a birthplace of life pure and painful. I shall always revere
it and respect it, as being here illuming my world, which gets brighter
and bigger everyday.