Found these thoughts on a piece of paper--
scribbled on some hotel paper and pen,
--way back when we all could travel.
I remember not liking the pen, but used it anyway.
I like a G2 or a fine tip roller.
I just returned from the small village in Alaska... All the pictures in my mind at that time
were there arctic circle.
Even when I was back in NYC...
I missed that land. Untouched and taken care of
by the people.
This note-- reminds me about access and returning there one day...or going back to places to give gifts of art. Gifts of talking story, or life long friendships.
And also... belonging to something is a kind of risk in itself. Or I feel it is.
Valuable questions. Like a compass.