Prologue

And so the unfolding dream becomes real before us, powered by our mere heartbeats.

We move easily, unafraid of what lies below because we ourselves have created above. Our craft forged by our hands, dreamed into existence by our hearts.

This is why we are here. This is who we are.
This wildness. This earth.
These hands. This heart.

 

This life.

 

My life.

 

Unfolding across the infinite span of creation and experience.
Earth, hands and heart pulsating in unison.

Contributed by Ken Lalonde
Edmonton; Alberta, Canada

 

Why The Funny Bow?


(could be a good way to meet girls?...)

People often ask me that question, and I still have nothing useful to throw at them as a one-shot answer. Especially because it only makes a lot of work. But that bow is an important part of the picture I had in the very first place after reading George Dyson's book: I saw myself sailing an aluminum Baidarka along some part of the Inside Passage. What kept me going full power through all these years was that picture. Then a lot of help from my brother Gerald made it come true; he also took the right photo at the right time, and now it occupies some 2x3 foot on my workshop wall...