Category Archives: Land

Falling to the Centre of the Earth

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When I first saw Svartifoss, a waterfall in Skaftafell National Park, I fell in love. When I approached it in late fall four years later, I fell in love again. It was darker now, and somehow even more glorious.

What’s not to love! Just to the left of the fall, the earth reveals the fall’s real story, though:

It’s not the water that falls here, but anything that enters this space, even the earth.

Even me. Even you. That is powerful earth magic for sure.

The Mysterious Eye of the North Atlantic

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No matter how you look at it, it’s higher than the land.

Iceland is a well.

It is a pool.

It is a stone thinking into thought. The thought has teeth. Some of the teeth are the land.

All are light.

Some of the waves are from beyond this earth.

To build a house here is to build it in the open universe.

It will take its toll.

In Advent, Gunnar Gunnarsson showed us how we can manage if we don’t do it alone.

Who’d want to?

Mysterious world!

Entering Whirlpool

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Imagine, becoming the volcano. You can, at Skutustaðir. You will have to become a different person, that’s all.
Imagine that a pond in a mud crater on an eye-land in the sea really is an eye in the land, that you look at it with your eye, and the sea is there, looking back. If you can’t, then stop by and talk about nature and beauty.

But if you can stay, then turn around.

Then turn around again.

If you’ve done it right you’ve left your old eyes behind.

You’re walking in the footsteps of the wind.

The Icelandic Enlightenment

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It is coming. Everything that has been explored in the past is new.p1190186

An Icelandic science is possible. Currently, it is called art, or Nature, or some other European concept. It is waiting for its moment.

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This isn’t Europe, though. This is the Garden. This is the moment.

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Its terms can be redefined from the land up, instead of being classified to fit into a foreign hierarchy. Courage is all.

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The world starts here, from here. As the world drifts into madness, sanity becomes more important than ever.

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Nothing is known. Nothing has been seen before. Beauty is our guide to the energies of the land, which are the energies of our minds.

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This is the primary human experience. Settlement of our bodies begins now.

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Let’s dare.

The Ghosts of the Irish in Iceland

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When the Norse and their female Irish slaves arrived in Iceland in 870, there was already a colony of Irish monks on the south coast, living in caves and living in splendid isolation with their God. There are accounts of them living in what became known much later as the monastery site of Kirkjubaerjarklaustur. There is just something about the place.  First, a look around in the summer sun. iceland-day-3-to-5-051 iceland-day-3-to-5-043 iceland-day-3-to-5-044

Here’s the “Church Floor”, basalt columns eroded by ancient waves.iceland-day-3-to-5-054 iceland-day-3-to-5-053

And the rumoured centre of Irish life.iceland-day-3-to-5-046

And now in the summer rain. Note the change of light!p1010115p1010068

Here’s the “Nun’s Falls”, from a much later catholicism.

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A splendid place for meditation and prayer!
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Unwilling to share the purity of God with heathens, the monks left in their skin boats. Their ghosts remain. I wonder if the women were sad to see them go.