Tag Archives: Midsummer Night

Of Elves and Men

Some people just don’t get it about elves, not to mention trolls and ogres, and think that these creatures have to be empirically present or not exist at all. With that kind of thinking, they just won’t see an elf or look into the other realm. However, if you go to the Buðahraun on Midsummer Night, you will find elves in every collapsed volcanic hollow, in wondrous variety.

Every is a doorway, through which the other world spills. Usually these are dangerous places, but on Midsummer Night they are full of delights, and then the worlds begin to fall out of alignment again.

 

On Midsummer Night the Hills Come Alive on Snaefellsnes

It builds for days…

A dragon curled around its flame.

(Its right eye is just below the middle of the image. This image and the ones of transformed rocks and flowers that follow are taken on Rauðhóll.)

…with flowers bringing stones to life…

An Elf with a Crown of Flowers

… sometimes in humanly-recognizable form…

The Horse Sleipnir Carrying þor as a One-Eyed Moon on Its Back

… and sometimes not (which is the most amazing part) …

.. but then, in the low, late evening light on June 21, the hills rise up around you in the horizontal light. It’s just that night. The next morning they begin to ebb away, not all at once, but you can notice the difference. On midsummer night, though…

Buðahraun

… you truly live between worlds and can see the past and future. Lest you feel special, just remember, the sheep see this all the time.

Buðir

Life is indeed good.