Out on the hraun, you are living in the open universe. The Earth’s shadow was amazing, that we left, not towards the golden light shining from across Breidafjördur, but into the shadow, deeper and deeper. It was like swimming in the sky.
In Iceland, the land squeezes water from lava, sand and turf. It carries gravitational energy towards the centre of the earth, before it is deflected by stone.
Less well known is that its journey really passes through the sun. An amazing trick! And so the old Norse universe lives on. (Berserkjarhraun).
Don’t look behind you.
You’re not here to enter nature.
Or are you?
It’s your call.
This is a waterfall. It is not a swan.
Ah, but this is a waterfall, too, the same one, in fact, a little later in time, and flowing up against 8500 year old lava, and it is not a swan, either.
Many days and years of this waterfall are not swans either, but they do lure swans down from the sky, and become filled with their spirit.
It would be fair to say they were their spirit all along.
Some things take time, that’s all.
Life is an intersection that is not crossed.
It has no dimension, yet is infinite.
A Farm in Iceland 