Good morning Iceland. We landed with the rising sun after an insane last few days in Seattle. Sick people downing gallons of garlic lemonade to get well (that stuff works!), packing up 6 huge suitcases full of half-made art, half-made hopes that it wasn’t all a little bit crazy, cleaning and packing up our house like mad, stowing away pets to different people…… I’m here now, but the beginning of that day, I still didn’t think the clap-trap traveling circus of my mobile art-studio/family drama would really make it all across the ocean. But we did. This is a bit of that first day.
Keflavic, where the airport is, has this stunningly abandoned look to it…I couldn’t sleep this flight and I knew we pretty much had to stay awake another day to get over jetlag and just get done what we had to do. Get giant bags, keep exhausted 8 year old from breaking down, find rental car, get money…eat, oh yes we forgot to eat for a bit.
We crammed ALL of our stuff into a car that we thought was going to be much bigger (spent some time panicing). And as planned, drove down to The Blue Lagoon. As we got closer to it, and I was looking out the window at the oddest landscape I have ever seen, crunchy clinker lava flows piled high upon each other, then covered in pillow thick moss that rounded things out like soft bubbles of green, I started shouting because my camera was buried in the car at the bottom, and it was the most beautiful place I had ever seen! Then all of a sudden by the side of the road was some bright light blue liquid in all of this, coating the lava rocks white, and we really all three shouted it was so strange and beautiful! We had arrived at the Blue Lagoon.
Which really is the perfect place to go after a long flight. It’s funny, I didn’t take pictures, didn’t want to and don’t even feel like explaining it. I didn’t have words, just an animal relief that I could sink into the warm slippery water from the bowels of the churning earth.
Rubbing silica mud on our faces, Hazel squealing with delight, Paul laughing and floating in this supernatural water surrounded by lava and moss….it finally felt all worth it, and real. Finally letting down some effort. Ate some salmon and potatoes and pickled veggies in our robes, soaked some more.
And then began to drive to Reykjavik….and then the TIRED hit us. We literally had to pull over half-way there and the boys slept in the car off a little side road, and I climbed a little hill to sit in a lava field. Already very different than the lava field around the Blue Lagoon area, but my first chance to sit still with myself. I can’t sleep but in a bed. I just replaced my 5 year old phone with an Iphone and found myself playing with it up in the field…made this weird little meandering video, but needed to record something, document something. That threshold between one thing and another. I sound delirious…and though this is probably boring for anyone else, I like how the sound of my voice seems to get overpowered by the landscape, how the little internal meandering voice in context of a big natural energy seem in conflict.
(I can’t figure out how to post it yet….).
But here’s an image on my first sit in the crackling land.
And despite all the over-stimulating new stimuli, one of my favorite moments was my husband, not giving a shit, doing yoga in the middle of the Seattle Airport. I was laughing at the way people where looking at him like he was killing chickens, but doing some yoga before you get on a long plane flight is probably the smartest thing you can do. More people should follow Paul’s lead.