She settled on the hill in 1940.There was war.
She lights up the city even now.
Let’s hope she hangs around for a long time.
By loving her, we warm the cold.
Let her keep bringing us together.
You are expected home
Gunnfríður Jónsdóttir’s Landsýn, or ‘Land in Sight’ at Strandarkirkja, Selvogur
When the dead aren’t dead, they keep an eye on the living.
Those ones are unpredictable and need to be kept as close as sheep. A little herding never hurt, on both sides of the divide.
Well, Thor has one eye shut.
So does the Beach Church!
The other eye is the sea.
On the face of the Austurfell just west of the old monastery at Skriðuklaustur, and at the feet of the Ogre’s Staircase, the trolls are thick. And not just trolls. Have a look:
See them? Here are some hints:
Above: A Family of Fish Trolls Looking Much like a Fish Egg With a Skull for an Eye (or the Moon)
Above: Fat-Bellied SeatedTroll, Waving
Above: Musical Monks
Above: A Skull On A Post
Above: Lovers Embracing
Below: Troll With Runes and Spilled Treasure. Beware!
Below the Fell, the land runs with blood in the spring.
The technique is exquisite. You let the sun and gravity break off a bit of a glacier, you soak it for a few days in salt water, then cast it up on a beach of black volcanic sand. After a night of the waves splashing sand all over it, it sets in the sun. It’s really fun to chase this art form down,. Here’s a troll with a monk in its belly, holding Christ as a child. And isn’t the Mjalður the Bell Ram off to the left? Why I think it is.
If you haven’t read Gunnar’s Advent, it’s time.
Of course, you could just go right to the source, though.