I’ll start with sight because that’s easy: Alaska is feast for the eyes. A splendid wonderland of visual awe. Last week, a friend, Katie, called and before I could say hello she asked, in hurried tones, “What are you doing right now? Can you be down at the dock in 15 minutes? For a flight-seeing tour?" I issued a one word response, "Yes!"
I have done this flight-seeing tour before (occasionally going on tours for free is a perk of working in tourism), but this time seemed even more special. It was spontaneous, the weather was fresh and gorgeous and my departure date from Juneau was rapidly approaching. One more time; one more flight over the ice field.
I, myself, have never had the words to describe the Juneau Ice Field and its glaciers very well. They humble me. The ice field is grand and stunning, yes. Powerful, certainly. It’s magnitude is almost too much to grasp. But it’s more personal than that: The ice field silently surges and reverberates with a deep spirit that resonates somewhere inside me and many who come near it. I have touched the ice field only once, for four days and four nights, aware all along that the ice field, the force that has shaped this place over millennia, was somehow allowing me to be there, and to be here, at all. I have felt many things in the presence of the ice field, but one emotion stands out: gratitude. Gratitude for the chance to experience it.
Alaska contains many amazing sights, such as the Juneau Ice Field. And I suppose, like anywhere, when you stop and look, it is also a place of precious details. So while Alaska has shared its grandeur with me, it has also taught me to see the excitement, the miracle, in the small things. Alaska has nudged my head down away from the panaramic views and focused on my eyes on the ground.
Alaska has taught me not to seek out wildlife, but to appreciate all the signs that the animals are here; not to gaze solely at glaciers and peaks but to spot the first bloom of spring, the last berry of fall, the mushroom under the dead, fallen tree. The smaller details produce just as much awe in me now. I am grateful for this lesson; it makes every step more fulfilling.
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