i'm taking this online course, the Mondo Beyondo Dream Lab... and today's assignment is to choose a childhood photo of myself, and dedicate a song to that vulnerable and tender part of myself that is finding its way on the path to living life whole-heartedly...
the song i'd like to dedicate to myself is Stan Rogers "Northwest Passage"... for a couple of reasons. first, because it is a song that i have always loved, by an artist i have always loved. second, because it speaks to the explorer in us all, braving the unknown, finding our own path... and finally, because as the song says, in the end we're all just finding our way back home again. the home that resides within us, our whole heart.
these photos were both taken when i was about six. i'm the one on the left in both of them ;)
braving the roaring Fraser with my dad, brother and sister...
and building teepees and having adventures with my brother...
back when i was still a fearless explorer.
Northwest Passage, by Stan Rogers
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.
Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.
Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.
And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.
How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.