Meet the North goes to New York City
One of our wonderful sponsors, Lindblad Expeditions, hosted us in their New York City office for a talk and storytelling session. Check it out here.
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New York City
I’m so excited to bring Meet the North Live! to New York City next week! It’s always a thrill to share stories, sounds, and images from our visits with northerners in Arctic communities around the world. This event is by invitation, but there will be other opportunities – and hopefully I’ll see some of you…
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Screen time
I believe that storytelling can build cultural understanding. I believe that listening is powerful and that every voice matters. The world is far too grand and diverse to be funneled through a screen – though when I’m not out meeting people I spend quite a bit of time in front of one. If I ever…
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Unknowables
I’ve spent the first ten days of this year in relative silence, holding myself slightly apart from the crowd. I began the New Year by thinking ahead, and then realized how I’ve made a habit of skipping to the future – which can never be more than imagined. Too much time travel is a good…
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Meeting the Arctic one story at a time
Meet the North introduces you to some of the amazing people they’ve met along the way. This Above and Beyond – Canada’s Arctic Journal piece profiles these stories from a men’s choir in Iceland to a celebration in Pond Inlet. By meeting one person at a time, and by asking that person to introduce us to someone…
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In the eye
We love introducing you to people – there are so many interesting and beautiful people out there! Here’s a woman we admire: Eleanore Pitseolak. Deputy Mayor of Pond Inlet, Nunavut. Passionate about her community. Committed to its development. Role model for youth and children, including her two young sons. Eleanore was one of many who…
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Are you listening?
Everyone has a voice. I write this because “giving voice” is a phrase I’ve heard in relation to our work, and I want to correct that. Voices are everywhere, it’s listening that’s missing. Listen up and you’ll hear more voices than you ever thought possible, and many have one hell of a story to share….
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A crack in everything
Remembrance. The birds they sang / at the break of day / Start again / I heard them say / Don’t dwell on what / has passed away / or what is yet to be. / Ah the wars / they will / be fought again The holy dove / She will be caught again…
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Feed the flames
An idea persists that we’re standing at the edge of something, dipping our toes in the water, looking out into the river and wondering how far in we should wade. Look around. This is it: mid-stream, mid-current, mid-flow. This is the river. When we fixate on the future, we escape the now. And when it…
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A fresh take
It takes me some time to accept that summer is truly over. I tend to be slow with transitions of all kinds; this is a writer’s curse, because our work takes us, always, into the past. How clearly can I remember the feel of a poppy’s fat petals against my skin? The way they rustled…
