They come from eggs laid in crystal nests, of course.
Easter Cave, Neskaupstaðir
They make beautiful things.
Or beautiful things appear in the mind.
In a remote valley in Iceland, under a volcano, one can spend an afternoon among treasures.
I sure did.
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.
Well, first off, Hengifoss is cool because to get there you have to walk at the top of this 80 metre high cliff, and you don’t see it, which is good.
And then you get to spend a couple hours, and finally you get to walk up the river.
You never reach the falls.
Distant views are good, though.
And a bit of dilly-dallying along the way.
And the sandstone, like, that’s cool, too.
And, well, this stuff:
You’ll never get to the falls, though. Here, let me show you why:
Sinkholes! Worth a peek. All this ice is hollow like this. Tricky.
And not just that. No path to the left:
The whole time, the falls are calling out with the sound of artillery going off as boulders are bonking down off the cliffs. You can’t get close to the cliffs or the water, but who cares.
You can just sit around waiting for the sun to get out from behind a cloud.
Definitely that. There is, you see, a mystery here, and I don’t just mean how gorgeous these falls really are, but, well, dragon blood:
Here, maybe the following image will make it clear. The water doesn’t matter, except to focus your body and your eye. The mountain makes a space, and in that space water has no floor. It falls straight towards the centre of the Earth.
You can’t go further because you are as far as anyone can go. In the heart.