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Latest Release (2010)
Hello the camp is a phrase traditionally hollered out to alert the bush camp of your approach, so as not to startle the occupants. Ingi uses the phrase to address all his correspondence, perhaps so as not to startle the government organizations and others that he's dealing with. If the young loon can find its way south to its winter home two thousand miles away, or the young spider can spin its own web, or the young beaver be taken from its home yet still know how to make a lodge and dam of sticks and mud - if these incredible things can be encoded and living amidst the DNA makeup of the individual creatures- why then is it not possible that perhaps there could be absolutes of what might be intuitively just encoded and living amidst our human DNA makeup? Science cannot but acknowledge the mystery of the amazing instinct of the said creatures, yet no one can quantify it. Can it be so far-fetched an idea that our large human brain might be just as intelligent and mysterious as the tiny brain of the spider or the monarch butterfly? Who is it that knows all of the mysteries of life? There is no mortal who knows. To prove or disprove what we cannot. It is the pen in my hand that, in spite of all that I might be, prods me to seek the codes and patterns of what might be intuitively just; where travels the trail of spirit? $21.00 each (CDN) plus $5.00 for shipping and 5% GST
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