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Published: March 28th 2011
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Antarctica, I´m not sure how to describe it! I would like to gather the greatest poets and see what they have to say! However not our best poets or most skilled photographers and painters could capture the natural beauty that Antarctica has to offer. It is simply mind blowing on so many different levels. After a long journey across the Drake you awake to your first glimpse of Antarctica early in the morning. It´s much like Christmas, only a thousand times better! Penguins jumping in the water doing their best to imitate Dolphins, soaring Albatroses and Curious Seals over whelm your senses. And you haven't even had the chance to scan the horizon, where you find towering snow covered mountains and glaciers that seem to run on for miles! Its dramatic, awe-inspiring and magical beyond belief! FIVE days of this instore how did I get so lucky to be here?
After our first zodiac cruise I found myself alone on the bow of the boat. At first I couldn't figure out why. The sun
was out and starting to depart leaving a trail of stunning pinks, yellows, and purples. The Whales decided to be social and the Seals were all sun-bathing on floating chunks of ice. But there I was, completely alone with only the floating islands of ice and gleaming snowy mountain peaks to keep me company. I put my camera away for a moment and I simply just looked around trying to absorb all that I could. I'm not sure if I believe in God but if he does exist then surely he must reside here. Clearly this must be his very own sanctuary far away from the troubles of the world. Where everything is in perfect balance and his hand is the brush that paints what his heart longs for. I felt blessed to be able to enjoy this part of the world and I thought perhaps my trip to Antarctica was more than a coincidence. Well if this is as close to god as I will get then I felt compelled to ask him a question. Just one favor, to do one thing for me! To send me back in time to take away my mom's cancer so she could
be here to hear all about my trip. So that I could hug her! Im sure God would answer something like, "Tim surely you dont believe you are here merely by chance? And as for you mother, she IS with you, she is beside you now smiling her famous smile. She is here with you now as she has travelled with you for your entire journey."
I can not explain what Cancer and loss has stolen from me. Only those who have loved and lost at the hands of Cancer can understand. My journey to Antarctica was so much more than Penguins, Whales and Icebergs. I have taken so much more from this experience. The people on board the Antarctic Dream have no idea of the influence they have had on me. The people along with the pristine beautiful innocent environment have helped to remind me that there is reason to have faith in the world, in people. Parts of me that have been lost, stolen or destroyed are slowly starting to rebuild. In the icy waters of Antarctica I began to feel my heart warm up just a little bit. I've moved beyond asking why as I have
written about in a previous blog. Now I have begun to mend, as much as one possibly could. Time doesn't heal all wounds, some run too deep. Only the fading of memories can help remove the constant sting. But I dont want my memories to fade. So I'll heal as much as I can, as we all must!
I am glad to have had the opportunity to share that experience with my mother, as I unquestionably felt her presence alongside me! And I would like to think that the clouds giving way for the sun's rays to illuminate the beauty that was Antarctica was my mother, smiling down upon me to remind me she was there!
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Sherry Green
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YOUR MOM
Tim, I have absolutely no doubt that your Mom is with you - I know that my sister would not let her youngest son travel alone, SuperMom that she was. Keep her close in heart and mind, as we all do. Love, Aunty Sherry