This is a return to the old ways to find the clarity our world has forgotten.

A quiet word from the wild

Letters from Sápmi

Dear Friend, We often mistake silence for emptiness, and the dark for a vacuum. But in the long night, the opposite is true. The dark is profoundly full. It is in this deepest dark that the heavens speak. For us, Guovssahas, the Northern Lights, ar
Dear Friend, The one who lives by the Sun's law understands that rest is not a reward, but an essential phase of production. One cannot harness the energy of the full summer without honouring the deep, conserving silence of the winter. Biejjie is t
Dear Friend, We spend our lives without boundaries. We answer emails at the dinner table, and we allow the outer chaos to expand its perimeter into our deepest quiet. We think that by accommodating stress, we are being kind. We are not. We are being
Dear Friend, The deep, vibrating sickness of our age is the speed at which we surrender our internal compass before the day has even begun. You know the compulsion. The rush to where the digital storm is brewing. Before the flood of demands, you mu