Entries by IceWisdom

Alas, when the Ice is Crying

17. February 2010 in , , /by

The glaciers are melting in Greenland. And Man is worried about the future of the world. In search of clues in a natural paradise. By: Christoph Quarch | Photos: Sven Nieder | Translation: Donna Weidner Is the glacier laughing or crying? Nukartaa does not need to search for the answer. “She is crying,” he says. […]

The Ice Is Melting

15. January 2010 in , , /by

Science and Prophecy The Ancient One’s say that One Day, when the World needs it most, the Sacred Fire will come Home to the People on the Top of the World. For thousands of years the people in the north fuelled their fires with oil from animals such as the seal and the arctic dolphin. […]

Return of the Sacred Fire

5. January 2010 in , , /by

A Prophecy from the Top of the World is Fulfilled For a very long time, Greenland was white. Only few strips of land along the coasts were green. Until one winter’s day in 1963 when two young hunters discovered something very disturbing: The huge ice walls were melting. They thought this was impossible since the […]

A Portrait of the Eskimo Elder

3. February 2009 in , /by

Angaangaq refers to himself as an Eskimo. When I first met him he was dressed in traditional clothes wearing a fur skin, beating the great drum and singing with his full, deep voice. He looked exactly like an Eskimo from one of my childhood picture books.

A Journey to our Hearts

1. February 2009 in /by

Angaangaq, whose name means “The Man Who Looks Like His Uncle,” is an Eskimo-Kalaallit Elder. Fondly known as “Uncle,” his family belongs to the healers and WisdomKeepers of the Far North. From Kalaallit Nunaat Greenland, Uncle is a healer whose traditions of storytelling, chanting, Qilaut drumming and performing ceremony are directed at Melting the Ice […]

Simply melting the ice

1. January 2009 in , /by

Several years ago I had the privilege of experiencing a woman melt the ice in the hearts of people in her midst with the simplest of gestures. On a Monday morning, I arrived at a bus station at the bottom of Mt. Washington in the heart of LA. The streets were fairly vacant with the […]