“It’s a pity we don’t whistle at one another, like birds. Words are misleading.”
Halldór Laxness, Under the Glacier
This is the phrase that greets fellow travellers and those returning home as they arrive in Reykjavik airport. It is nestled up against the side of a shop selling Icelandic crafts as you come up the escalators into the main hallway of the airport. It made me smile. It made me feel welcomed and gave me a sense of a country that is embraces art and creativity in the mainstream.
I’ve just returned from the Westfjords, which is in the far North West reaches of Iceland. It was a chance to regroup. My lasting impression from the trip was the extent to which our environment defines us. I’m so often hearing about our impact on the environment, that I had almost forgotten that our environment shapes who we are and how we think. By environment I mean it all. The people we share time with, the tools we use, the places we work, rest and play. I am largely a city person. Busy. Laptop on. Phone on. Notifications on. Newsfeed on. Facebook on. Twitter on. In Iceland with these things stripped back other parts of my psyche came forward, expanded, re-seated themselves in my consciousness.
I’m using this post to share some of the photo’s I took, and a small selection of quotes from the reading that I took with me: Landscapes by Robert Macfarlane. I hope in someway they mean something to you.
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David Owen trading as Gurukula.