Ontario born mutt longing to be up North again. Collecting things I find in my daily travels, I express them through my words and my photographs on this blog I share with you.
I just realized something. There hasn’t been one day where I haven’t thought about Dawson. I think about it everyday.
(I am not much of a writer anymore; it’s been a while so please forgive me).
As I end my summer in Dawson City, Yukon I believe this quotation sums up how I felt about the friendships I made and all the places I travelled to while I was living in a tiny town in Northern Canada.
I can say without a doubt that I’ve never smiled so much in my life and felt such freedom, acceptance, contentment and love for myself, for others, for the Earth, every creature that lives among it and the Universe. I am closing this chapter of my time in Dawson with a quote that is perfectly in tuned with my feelings. It took a little over a month for the realization to finally settle in. There were times where I was so happy and overwhelmed with excitement, gratefulness and awe to finally be in place I’ve always wanted to see that I started to tear up and my chest would almost…hurt (at this point I was on the verge of the heart/balloon bursting line in the quote).
Once the chest pain subsided and the tears dried up, I simply accepted my moments in Dawson for its raw beauty. Certain stunning moments stood out more then others and I’d like to share some with you.
Every time I stood on the dome and looked over Dawson, or when I hiked in Tombstone for the first time, when I would dance with my girlfriends and laugh hysterically in the pit, when we laid on the Klondike and I watched (with influenced, dilated pupils) the moon gleam on one of the most beautiful girls I know, when a group of us picked blueberries along the top of the world highway, when I kissed someone in the pouring rain on our roof and never wanted it to end, when we would all be sharing laughs at work and helping each other get our jobs finished faster so we could have a pint at Peggy’s, when we would bike through the streets and stop to lie in the grass to watch shooting stars and the Northern lights, when I listened to rain drops on a tin roof while holding her and lying in her bed, when I stared up at the milky way and watched the seven sisters twinkle over Moosehide Slide hugging a close friend, and most importantly, when I was surrounded by silence. I’ve never realized how important silence is and how much more I enjoyed it when I found someone I was comfortable with in a mute environment. After experiencing a comforting silence with him and within my own self, every worry, every drama, every bad feeling or superficial relationships I had back in Ontario just melted away. Because of this town, I decided I was going to come back as a more enlightened person and make time for quiet moments as often as I could. I told myself I will do what I believe is right for me, grow more as a individual and help others when I could as long as they didn’t drain me of my new found feelings from Dawson.
It is very humbling to find yourself in such a beautiful place and I am forever grateful for it.
And if you are reading this in Dawson and you know me, I will see you in short 8 months.
Stay warm this winter and take care of yourself. I love you. And thank you.