Greetings, all. I am now just outside of Halifax near a village called Prospect. I am doing some work over the next couple of days with Sean Kelly of CUSO. The CUSO Atlantic office is in his house, which is much nicer than being in a stuffy office in Halifax.
Sean's documentary is about an island in the South Pacific which has no trade with the outside world. The controversy is that the World Bank is trying to get them to get with contemporary standards (not that they don't have currency of their own, but trading with pig tusks just isn't anything the world bank wants to deal with. Then again, is trading a pig tusk any stranger than trading pieces of paper with numbers on it and little round medal disks?) Sean went to this place a few months ago and trekked many miles through the bush to get his story. So I am going to help him put it together.
The South Shore has a much different character than the Fundy Shore. I went to Peggy's Cove and walked on the rocks for a while. The clean air, the gently crashing waves, the clear birdsong .. it's just different here.
And I have decided to come back here for the winter, at least for a few months. Don't know exactly why I am hearing the call, but it's not imaginary. Something about this place just makes so much more intuitive sense than the way we live our lives in smoggy, driven Ontario. It's a good time to get away and move into the new chapter of my life story.
I have a lot more pictures to post but I am not on my own computer right now. Things are good. I am looking forward to a long walk tomorrow morning before transporting my ears to a place in the South Pacific where they speak 170 languages. I am sure it will be compelling too.
Sleep well.
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