Hey, remember me? I'm the one who fell off the face of the earth a month ago. I was free falling for a bit or maybe I was just chasing my own tail. It involved some deep-ish existential pondering. Do I have anything to say (creatively speaking)? What am I trying to say? What do I want to express? Where does longing come from? And discontent, and exuberance and how is it possible to swing from one branch to the next with such gusto? I needed a time out.
My mind is in the habit of constantly evaluating and comparing and searching and for what, I'm not exactly sure. I know it involves "seeing/observing" and "making" and "contemplating". It has to do with self-expression but at the same time surrendering the notion of the self. I'll tell you what, I can't wait until the temperatures start to drop because I need to start running again. That would clear my head right up.
I've also realized that this blog template is doing nothing for me. I'm not sure which way to go. I feel like it may be time to move on from this platform. That's another topic for another time
AND, my dog is getting old. Age. It sneaks up on you, those canine years, that 7:1 ratio. So there's that.
In the meantime, there's this:
This is the unassuming path that takes you to Seljavallalaug pool. It's a bit off the road and there are no signs to assure that you are going in the right direction. You just need to have faith.
but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
There were about a dozen people lingering and swimming, laughing and talking. People came and went. The side nearest the changing rooms is the coolest, the side nearest the camera is the warmest. The water pours in very hot and cools as it disperses. My photos don't do it justice in part because I was worried about dropping my camera or phone into the water. This link has some really nice photos of the spot. And the NYT had a great article about pools in Iceland as well.
We spent time between our outings in time roaming the streets, talking to dogs, looking at shops and eating waffles and chocolate rhubarb pastries. So much fabulous in one place, on one little island. I'd love to go back every summer.