I have been super productive over the past week and I can only point to the creative rush of energy that fieldwork with team members as sounding board can provide. What struck me however was the fact that while I cannot deny the music of my keyboard has returned, I must admit that it is not the same music as before. Which implies that what is emerging now is a new song. The magic of the keyboard is in the music that the keys make when I type.
The new music is slower and more deliberate, yet lighter on its feet and nimble with practice and experience. I’m learning to recognize its changes of rhythm and beat. I must indulge myself in making more more frequently. Spring in the Arctics demands it.