In the meantime while we are living our lives somewhere on this globe people are doing amazing things. Recently I found these photo’s by Asher Svidensky; he travelled to the far regions of Mongolia where boys are given their own grown eagle as soon as they can bear the weight. There they are being trained in the ancient hunting technique passed on from father to son. It takes about five years to finish the training and then to receive the title: “Eagle Hunter”. Traditionally this title is reserved for boys, but Asher found an eagle huntress on the planes of Mongolia who carried her eagle with joy and pride. Her name is Ashol Pan. She is the daughter of an experienced hunter and could be the successor in the eagle hunting tradition if she would want to. To see her handle her eagle is pure joy, an homage to the connection between an animal and a human. Maybe if we close our eyes for just a minute we can feel the weight of the eagle ourselves, the coming down of our arm as he sets of to fly, the sound of his wings flapping in the air. We can see the sheer power of this animal and its beauty and we feel as One with it, we feel as if our name is Ashol Pan: Eagle Huntress.