Tag Archives: Thingvellir

Worlds Within Worlds

 

Light tells its own stories in Þingvellir. We are here to witness. It’s no surprise the Icelanders first called Christ “White Christ.” He was the north, that place from beyond the world. Who nonetheless came, physically, as this Earth, in a harsh and beautiful mercy.


Oxarárfoss

Dusk Over Thor’s Shield

In November, when sunrise and sunset colours continue in unbroken unfolding light from dawn, near 10 a.m., and dusk near 2 or 3 p.m., it comes so quickly that you can see it open and close through the spectrum, as if you are inside a film, a really, really wide-angle 4-D film.

Here is a fraction of a second of its wonder over the volcano in early November, as I walked through flaming heather and pink snow at þingvellir. I shot the image with two much sky to illustrate how unsettling it can be. One feels at times that one can fall right off the Earth and drown in air.

Gleðilegt nýtt ár!

Whether you find power in a single wave breaking out of the sea of the sun…

… or, turning around, in lines of thought, humble beneath the ancient forces of ice and gravity …

… or in a glacier setting to sea from the Jökulsárlón in the last hour of light …

… may you find the mountain where you are home.

Thor’s Shield, from Skogarkot in Thingvallasveit

And may you burn like a birch tree in the cold.


Happy New Year. Thank you for all of your inspiration!

A Jewel on Thor’s Shield

Myth is not a literal device. Thor’s Shield is a volcano in Iceland, in Middle Earth. It is rimmed with cinder cones. What follows is wit: poets competing with kings, using words alone. It’s smith-work, just as sword-forging is: what is svart is black, what smarts, hits. There are sparks. The words are all one word. The shield is a shield. That’s the wit of it.

Knowing this was the business of kings.