"I find this belonging to be a gnawing subject, constantly there. I can’t escape it. It is here every time I leave my house, every time I walk through this forsaken city. It can not be escaped. I am acutely aware of my belonging."
"To me the wild is a place where I can be home. I find it hard to explain why. I don’t think I really understand it either. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it is just because that’s the person that I am. Maybe it is some fate. Whatever that means…
Belonging is really hard. But people, places and freedom help, for me, to make a place more like one in which I ‘belong.’"
"I find myself in sacred land, forgetting myself.
When I forget myself I still know who I am but am able to stand back, and watch. I find that the wild calms me, I can sense wind and rain and tired legs and shoulders carrying me away. And I don’t always know where to, often I don’t. I loose myself in the landscape, in the talk and the walk. Like a child that steps its first steps, singlemindedly focussed on being. The world finds a way to fade away, into the foreground. And I am there too. When looking around it is simply one immens picture."