To love in such a landscape is to accept the "Migrations". It is a journey of thousands of miles over restless, "icy cold waters", driven by an instinct that defies the logic of the storm. Like the Arctic tern , which chases a perpetual summer between the poles, we move through the seasons of another person, seeking the "pristine, pure, and alive". The Resilience of the Small
In the high latitude of the heart, love is not a soft thing. It is an Arctic tern—a creature of fragile bone and impossible endurance, navigating a world where the horizon is a jagged line of ice and the sun is a distant, pale eye. The Great Migration Love Is A Bird Arctic
In the Arctic, you can feel the "heartbeat of the earth". Love here is not found in the tangible; it is in the "intangible values" that sustain the human spirit. It is the "fierce celebration" of something that might be slipping away, an "extraordinary other world" just beneath the waves of the everyday. To love in such a landscape is to accept the "Migrations"
: Standing guard over a nest in a landscape that "everyone else turns away from". The Resilience of the Small In the high
To love like an Arctic bird is to know that even when the "clutch of eggs" proves not to be viable, you return to the colony. You "risk it all" because the "surprise visit" of beauty in a stark landscape is worth every mile of the flight. Art in the Arctic - U.S.Fish&Wildlife Alaska