Sarek wild and vast
Say Sarek, whisper wilderness, talk vast and wide scream its streams, its summer snow its shining peaks the paths of those who passed before; say Akka, Pårte Rapa willow wide. […]
Say Sarek, whisper wilderness, talk vast and wide scream its streams, its summer snow its shining peaks the paths of those who passed before; say Akka, Pårte Rapa willow wide. […]
The day we started our walk the peaks were still covered with snow. Áhkká, the old woman, had let her silver hair loose to meet the summer breeze, returning after […]
Luottolako is a high plateau in the nationalpark of Sarek; its remoteness — at least 3 days of strenuous walking from any road —- combined with the many days of […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis