Most humans, unfamiliar with the Earth, try to get as close to her power as possible.
They will find each other, but will be powerless. Iceland is currently financing itself on this illusion, based on a thousand-year-old tradition of hospitality. The land’s hospitality reveals itself when you turn away and walk for, oh, ten minutes into the earth.
There are also ancient traditions of Icelanders reading this mixed landscape of water, volcanoes and wind. Keeping the tradition alive has never been so important or, under the business, so difficult.
My country (British Columbia) has scenes just like this one in Snaefellsnes, but they’re more captivating in Iceland because they aren’t stolen from their people and locked behind state land boundaries or private property.
It makes a difference. The difference is poetry.
It erupts from the earth and then falls back, slowly. In between, it gets mixed with light. People live there.
Berserker Lava Field, Snaefells Peninsula