Colour Image: December 24, 12:30 pm
One notes the family resemblance!
Yup, there’s the grand view of a secret beach, where no one goes.
There’s also the stick, that no one stops for.
Well, almost no-one. This is the delight that can find pure joy in a farmstead so far away across the wetlands that walking won’t bring you there.
That, too, is Iceland, as is this water that flowed over Hengifoss just a half hour or so before. Is it any less now?
You can either run after it or stand still and let I go. That, too, is Iceland.
The beach at Hellissandur showed her spirit this morning.
As you can see, it doesn’t take a lot of light, or, better, the light goes inward rather than out. So is it with the long, low angles of the sun on Christmas Day. Look at the water erupt from the sand and say its name in this light.
And now, this force is just as strong. What welcome energy!
What life! This time, it’s not just the Earth that is alive. Look at the sun going down over Melariff at 2:30 in the afternoon!
And so we carry ourselves, just as the Earth, the Water and the Sky carry us. It is we who are spirits of Earth, Water and Sky.
Icelandic horses are very beautiful, especially in a winter gale. Icelanders will tell you that their ancestors brought them over from Norway by ship. Sure, guys.
… it can be a little rough. Really tough on the hair, for one.
Makes a horse a little crazed, you might think.
Watch out for your ears.
Yeah, but that is all because horses didn’t come over on boats from Norway and continue on to create America out of a lump of clay…
Note the horses being born above. You can just make them out below, too.
That’s how it works in a magical country. That the resulting horses look like the horses you might meet elsewhere, well…
… that’s part of the magic, too.
Now you know.