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).
Sheep Trail to Mýdralsjökull, Hofdabrekkaheiði
It is coming. Everything that has been explored in the past is new.
An Icelandic science is possible. Currently, it is called art, or Nature, or some other European concept. It is waiting for its moment.
This isn’t Europe, though. This is the Garden. This is the moment.
Its terms can be redefined from the land up, instead of being classified to fit into a foreign hierarchy. Courage is all.
The world starts here, from here. As the world drifts into madness, sanity becomes more important than ever.
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.
This is the primary human experience. Settlement of our bodies begins now.
Let’s dare.
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. 
Here’s the “Church Floor”, basalt columns eroded by ancient waves.
And the rumoured centre of Irish life.
And now in the summer rain. Note the change of light!
Here’s the “Nun’s Falls”, from a much later catholicism.
And now some late Autumn (2016) pics, with the sun barely making it above the sea.
A splendid place for meditation and prayer!
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.
There are vertical paths.
There are horizontal ones.
In a gale, they can be both at once.
We see these falls as paths because we are pathfinders. See the path to the right in the image below? Can’t resist?
Of course not. That is the human spiritual trace. The sheep is an elaboration, and exquisite for that. These creatures are not paths but warmth, hearth and home. Their other form is this:
That is a sheep and a human family, spiritualized as one, in time. This is the water path that makes it possible:
It is one with them, because of human path-finding. That is the spiritual path at the edge of the known world.
When air freezes within water, it makes stones.
This is the beach of the sky! When stone freezes and is ground by water, it makes pebbles. This is the beach of the sea.
People see all of this and make social beaches, called walls.
Life in Iceland is a beach.
Sunrise.
Noon.
Sunset.
Dusk.
There is Iceland, the country, with cars and roads. To get around in that place, you’ll need a car.
But to get around in Iceland itself, the place where you meet the energy of the earth, right on the bottom of the sky?
Well, only your feet will take you there.
Bring boots.
Those other things tend to break down.
…is light.
And colour.
When the snow falls, then you can ask your questions.
The sun is bright inside the ancient ice of the glacial lagoon.
As the ice melts away, the sun inside is slowly revealed.
This is an artwork written with the stone the glaciers cut out of the mountains many centuries ago.
They have come together again, in beauty.
In mystery.
And in wonder.
This is the glory of the world.
Its moods are 50,000 years in the making.
They are not human moods.
Even the darkness is light.
Even the light is darkness.
You can see by it.
You have only a few minutes.
Begin.
A Farm in Iceland 