Monday, January 23, 2012

Eivör in concert

Watching a falling star (like I did last night) is a matter of chance - listening to its sound is a gift from heaven.
It had been an evening when life simply smiled on us - we went enjoying the rarely announced concert of Eivör Pálsdóttir, the farese singer with the incredible voice, in Langholtchurch in Reykjavík. The church is a beautiful modern building with high ceiling and a massive organ - perfect stage for "just" the voice of a barefoot singer.





Her voice sailed through the air and covered our souls like a tender veil, touching emotions in kind of a blessed and unmentionable way, and her harmonies went directly into the heart.

It has been a long time ago that I felt tears in my eyes while listening to someone singing.

She touched God Himself.

So it was only natural that on my way home heaven opened and gave us a northern light covering the entire firmament ...





Sunday, January 22, 2012

Month of Thorri and ice

From 21st of january on thorrablót is celebrated in Iceland.
Thorrablót-time lasts for about one month. What sounds like a viking-thing, is actually a fairly modern feast, dating back only to the 19th century, when Icelandic students in Copenhagen invented it and a restaurant in Reykjavík started to offer special meals on the occasion.
Though it is of importance in dark wintertimes to gather and share meals, music and dance. Like in German Karneval people review the passed year in small theaterpieces or readings, the stage preparations are extremely top-secret and the evenings are said to be very funny.
The following meal is strange - rotten shark, sheephead and testicles preserved in sour milk are served with potatoes and vegetables, maybe it is some proof of courage, or just a reason to keep on drinking. But I actually know people who are really keen on this food.

It is difficult to join such a thorrablót without being part of a community/an icelandic relationship. It is also difficult to meet people if you don't get opportunities to meet people ;-)
But the icelandic society is a closed one, especially in the countryside, and you have to be very lucky to get an invitation, if you live alone.
The funniest "invitation" I got, had been: "You can buy thorramat (the meal) in the supermarket". Wow, thanks for the hint! So up to now I can unfortunately not present any pictures about the delicious male testical stuff ;-)

But as Thorri had been a king in mythological times, he is of course the right guy for me.
He reigned over several nordic countries and though being a good king, he was sacrificed by the people of Kaenland to guarantee snow and good skiing conditions (nordic people sometimes have strange priorities *gg*)
Thus Thorri being the king of winter and ice, I took pictures in Thorri's honour.

In a short warm period the ice on Thjorsá had melted. The sun, the old gambler, takes any opportunity and sets the ice on fire ...
















And last evening on my way back home from work the elves of Thjorsá came dancing in the veils of their evening mist and covered the world with magic ...














Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Stormy times

This is how Iceland looks like now for 24 hours.
The snowstorm began last night when I came home from work, happy with my new spikes on the tyres and learning that spikes don't help when the snow reaches your neck ;-)
My brave little car and me crept to the village and got almost buried there - and storm till then.
Classical glugga-vedur - window-weather, only fools go out. I used to be one, but not today. I would have gone for a horse, but there was none to care for.






It's not storm every day, though.
The same Iceland, on a calm, happy day.






As I still don't use a TV (and icelandic TV is really boring) and cannot have a cat or dog due to my housemate's allergy, it was time to think about a non-bothering companion to fill the lonely hours.


Here it is - loved and hated companion of my childhood, and obviously our piano-teacher 30 years ago did a good drilling job, since some pieces just ran from my stiff fingers. Thank you, Gottfried Stein!!

The bench had been waiting for use in my favourite secondhand-shop in Reykjavík - actually an old church-bench, but it fitted in my car like the piano, so it both was meant to be :-)







And the next companion is waiting in Germany - a harp - an old childhood dream now coming true - for the time I use the small harp at my employer's place.

My dad used to say, we cannot have a harp for you because we would have to build a house around it. (he said the same thing about a horse)

He was wrong, as can clearly be seen ;-)











Sunday, January 1, 2012

Year of the mountain

As expected I spent the first day of the new year in solitude and didn't eat, as no one was there to share with. New Years Day (1.1.) is a family day. Singles are invisible.
In Germany we say, all the things you do on 1st of January, you will do the year over.

Ok, Kata is in good training with this. *gg*
By getting physically less, weirdness will but grow, as brain is the essence of body. ^^


On New Year's night I had company in the stable and later outside in the meadow. I sang for the horses of my friend, like I did on last year's New year's night, when I was close to hell.
We enjoyed some hands of good hay and dreamed about sparkling french champaigne (which I used to share with our german horses).
And they liked it all. :-)

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.


It seems that horses have always been my only company on the edges of life - in Germany as in Iceland.
Strange - but whenever I am alone, they are near and help to keep the balance, they caress a foolishly beating heart and make you think foward. They make you breathe and give as much comfort as it takes to grab a plan. Good companions :)

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My plan for 2o12: going to the mountain.
Whatever mountain this will be, made of stone or made of hope.
And I don't want to go there alone.







So here are my New Year's wishes for you:

May you always have a reason to smile.
May you always have someone by your side - be it cat, dog or horse. Or man. (or fish)
May you even in dark night find the sunny side of life - or at least have someone near to show you.

May God put an eye on us and lead us safely through rough seas and dead calms.
May He lead us up to the mountain.