from Isla Martillo Argentina: Penguin inspired greetings for 2026


December 31, 2025

Dear all:

I am sending penguin inspired greetings for the New Year from a place I was a few days ago, Isla Martillo, off the coast of Ushuaia, in Argentine Tierra del Fuego where I had been many years ago, a place that calls itself the end of the world, the beginning of everything.

On this island, there are two types of penguins, Gentoo penguins with orange beaks and Magellanic penguins which are black and white.

What are penguin inspired greetings exactly?

Well, they're adaptable as penguins are - their slick feathers allow them to swim fast, and deep and leap in and out from sea to land. Also, they stand upright in all kinds of weather, especially wind and when they cannot stand, they lie down or go underground. And when they are doing one thing - for example, molting - they cannot do another - for example, go in the water.

Hence, therefore ergo: with all my heart, I wish us well for the mystery and challenge of 2026. May we find ways to make ourselves at home wherever we are, in all kinds of weather, taking one step at a time.

The surprise of singing along

On the boat to see the penguins, I got to talking with a woman from Brasil. I said you know my last name - it's Portuguese and I told her about the Portuguese and India. I said for some reason I've been singing this one song from Bahia. I know the Spanish version of it which goes "yo no soy de aqúi" (I'm not from here). And she smiled and sang, "Marinheiro só" (I'm a sailor)

Which is how the common response to the song goes

Oh, I loved being on a boat to an island named after a hammer, to see penguins and finding along the way a surprising call and response to song.

These are a few of my favorite things from this year.

This WILD podcast

This Story from a Soft Belly in Little Fruits magazine

Bryan Stevenson, anything he says

A poetic rant, in Panorama: a journal of place: ‘magnetic locals’) + an ode to Sonder in Sevilla:

LOVE AND HOPE AND ALL THINGS WILD AND TRUE, dear friends, faraway and close.

Shebana

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in the end

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
May your rivers flow without end,
meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells,
past temples and castles and poets’ towers
into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl,
through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock,
blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone,
and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm
where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs,
where deer walk across the white sand beaches,
where storms come and go
as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
where something strange and more beautiful
and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams
waits for you —
beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.

from Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey

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