In one of these never ending arctic polar nights when only some ravens were loafing through the icy roads of Cape Dorset loudly cawing, the pretty hard polar wind had only one intention whispered at the next corner: I have to find the shaman of Kinngait to raise my question that why is the owl not what it seems to be. But the shaman was very busy because he had an important appointment with the other world which cannot be found in a snow crystal or the sky with all its strange sparkling stars. This made the wind quite upset, angry and naughty because the wind could never visit this special shaman’s world. So he embraced and fixed the shaman with his mighty icy robot-arms and blew him in a short moment which lasted less than a second all over the ocean westwards in the far away German landscape of Brandenburg.

shaman-of-nunavut‘Shaman hunter’ created by Pitseolak Quimirpik, Cape Dorset, Canada
photo and copyright by/with: Cape Dorset Inuit Art *

Now, the shaman is standing in front of me completely frozen to a serpentine stone, but I know that the imminent transition of this object is inevitable during next midsummer. The longest day of the year in the Northern hemisphere will release the old spirit because even walls of stone bigger and heavier than the Cheops pyramid of Gizeh cannot stop the urgent longing and desire to further discover the unknown behind the next horizon or the endless stretching deserts of the North now covered again by thick layers of white snow. When the foggy days of November will have passed by, my next travel will lead me again to the Iron Mountains where winter is a clear vision accompanied by the display of the Eurasian tawny owls, I can already hear the birds’ voices from very far away.

© (2016) unless otherwise mentioned

The frozen shaman from Kinngait

Author: urban liaisons

I like travelling through the diverse realities and cultures of this world not only as a tourist. So this may also happen by simply imaginating the hidden rivers and caves of consciousness where postmodern nomads are crossing wide endless landscapes leading to a dream of no-where. My favourite areas are deserts like the sahara or high mountains, as in these empty terrestric regions the far-away horizon and sky is no limit anymore but a possible gate to inspiration and freedom. Posts will be published normally in English, but whenever appropriate also only in my mother tongue German. Unless otherwise mentioned or individually specified (for example by naming the author, artist, etc.) all texts, photos and/or graphic illustrations in this blog are subject to © urban liaisons (which may please be respected).


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