Healing and finding myself through nature in a remote part of Iceland Every day was the same, yet it wasn’t. I would wake around sunrise. The sounds of the oystercatchers and snipes would waft in through the open window. Before anything else, I would watch the sky turn pink. Then it was coffee, writing, a…
An unplanned journey to the remote Grimsey Island delivers more than I expected. I ascended the steep path with caution. My desire to go as north as possible urged me onward. The ground was slick with dew, but the sun promised warmth ahead. Cool air hit my skin as the sound of the ocean drew…
Opnaðu hug þinn. gakktu hjóðlega. Open your mind, tread softly. – a sign at the start of the walking paths on Hrísey While attending an art residency on the island of Hrísey I felt compelled to write poetry again. There was little wonder why this happened. The island’s landscapes whispered inspiration at every turn. A…
Why the key to living well is living slowly and embracing the impermeance of it all. For the past month I have been residing in Northern Iceland as part of an art program. Iceland, unlike any other place I have ever been, has felt like my one true home. I have often said, it is…
Welcome to Hrísey, the little island with a very thin veil and where the air is perfumed by the unseen as they welcome you into their calming embrace. Hrísey is an island in northern Iceland. Hugged by the picturesque Eyjarfjordur, this gem remains a lesser-known destination in the land of fire and ice. A bird…
After Hours- A poem You said you knew what I would like and handed me an old copy of Njal’s Saga. I curled on the floor, You watched as I fingered its weathered pages. The music ensued; I pretended to care for it but only because it was yours. As morning broke, our conversation faded …
The author has a deep passion for bird photography, particularly puffins in Iceland. They share their experiences of capturing these birds, including challenges and tips for photography. The author emphasizes the joy and therapy they find in nature photography, and their photos aim to tell stories and convey their love for the subject.
Little by little, one travels far. JRR Tolkien It is 10 PM on a cold, wintry night in Snaefellsnes, Iceland. I am seated cross-legged on a couch in the quaint cottage I had rented for the trip. The wind rocks the cottage walls, howling gusts that seem to strengthen by the hour. In my hand…
To celebrate Icelandic National Day I thought I would list out the top ten reasons why I love Iceland. Today, Iceland celebrates Icelandic National Day, the day the Republic of Iceland was formed in 1944 and the end of centuries-old ties with Danish rule. To celebrate, I am listing the top ten reasons why I…
My first experience riding an Icelandic horse was pure magic. Things draw on as destiny wills. – Njal’s Saga There is no denying the powerful relationship between humans and horses. For centuries, we have relied on horses for transportation, chores, and companionship. Experience has demonstrated that horses are far more than this; they are a…