Tag Archives: Ogre

Forever on Guard for Iceland

While we’ve been chatting, the ogress of Dritvik has been keeping guard to the west. p1350855

Day in and day out, in darkness and light, with a cormorant on her head, or not, she has been guarding against the formlessness that comes in off the sea.  With her troll whale companion. Never heard of a troll whale? Go to Dritvik.

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Together, they watch out, for us.

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This is vitally important work. I give thanks.

The Ogre of Dritvik is Still Waiting

The sun goes up and down, we’ve had a sandwich or two, storms have come in and out, but the Ogre of Dritvik is still out there. She never stops waiting.

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This energy that has been frozen in stone has more than human endurance, even though it is human observation that gives it bodily life. Here are the bits of her that time has worn away:

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That is pure Ogre, that is. It squeaks under your feet, calling out its name: “Pebble.” You can pick it up in your hand. Suddenly you are holding stillness. The whole energy of the volcano that made this coast is in your hand. Will you throw it out to sea? Will you hold it? Will you set it down? In this moment of stillness you become the world. The question all of us who have touched her ask is: What then?

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It’s a good thing we’re not alone in the rain as we try to figure it out, because that might, ultimately, be the answer.

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Don’t be alone in the rain.

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What are we waiting for?