Big Wind in Sandvatn Takes the Lake Away

From a little patch of dried clay the size of an average bedroom, the wind howling off of Þorsjökull did a pretty great job of stripping the land down to its bones last week.

Wind speeds were a mere 45 km/h, which, by Icelandic standards, is a brisk afternoon breeze. Remarkably, a pair of swans and a few shorebirds were hanging on, even though the lake and the river flowing from it have almost vanished. If you’re in þingvellir these days, a trip over behind Thor’s Shield certainly won’t disappoint!

The Wealth of Dwarves and Men in Iceland

Ah, volcanoes.

They make beautiful things.

Or beautiful things appear in the mind.

Barking Troll 

In a remote valley in Iceland, under a volcano, one can spend an afternoon among treasures.

I sure did.

The wealth of the dwarves, my ancestors called this stuff.

 

The wealth of men, too, I think.

And the wealth of the water..


And mystery enough.

And light within the stone..

This is old wisdom.

Totemic wisdom. Like this sheep amulet below.

This is the deeps of the mind and body, meeting in the light of the air.

This is what you get when you walk straight into the Earth. You’ll know where when you’re there.