Remember learning about glaciers in 4th grade and thinking, “cool” but you never really gave a second thought that you could actually see one because they ACTUALLY EXIST? Glacier Lagoon, or as the Icelanders call it, Jökulsárlón, is such glacier and the lagoon is oh so furreal. Yes, there are seals swimming around. Sometimes the icebergs turn upside down and then you can see the smooth ice patterns like the second pic from the bottom. The patterns Mother Earth creates are really out of this world. Ha. Punny. The boat rental handed us some really sexy onesy jumpsuits to wear, which really made my day because it made me a cozy happy camper.
You liking Iceland so far? Yeah, this is only the first of my batch of pictures so you’ve got to to bear with me.
I’ll be posting more to Facebook so I don’t overwhelm you with 300+ pics of each stop. You’re welcome.
Last year on this day my friend Briana Blackwelder died in a car accident driving from Utah to California to visit her family for Easter. (I celebrated her life by writing about her here.) I am so grateful that her family allowed her celebrations (not funerals) to be available online so that those living far away could view them. I was lifted up. I was reminded of the beauty and fragility of life by the words her dearest friends and family spoke. I was specifically touched by the words her brother, Ian, spoke and I’ve thought about them from time to time this past year. Ian had been driving the car, you see, yet spoke in very high spirits at the celebration. Many people asked him how he could be so happy and smile at that time and he commented that he knew that she was alright and that was how it was supposed to be. Somehow that was how it was supposed to be.
Here we are a year later and I’m wondering what have I done to celebrate Bri besides just remembering her. I guess I didn’t make a conscious list of things to change in my life though I certainly thought more about the way I’d like to pass on. Her family buried her in a lovely, quiet, green/foresty area in Northern California and a friend made a beautiful casket out of simple wood with ferns etched in and dyed a lovely green. Ferns were her symbol for her midwifery practice and life in general. The whole process was simple, meaningful, and loving.
Just remembering, however, doesn’t do much good unless it’s changed you for the better. Briana was stellar at speaking to your heart and valuing relationships. I’m not always the best at that. I am the worst at calling people (I hate the phone) and would prefer to work on my own projects than do anything else. I need to prioritize the people I love most and show them I care.
A couple of week’s ago, Bri’s family asked us to remember her today by
reading to a child, watching the birds, reconnecting with an old friend, going on a hike, taking a yoga class, eating pastries, buying something lovely for yourself, mending a broken relationship.
I’ve been thinking what I would do and resolved to visit a friend who I’ve been needing to make contact with for some time. Then this morning I was presented with another opportunity to just listen to someone while they explained something that was bothering them. Sometimes listening is hard for me because I love maintaining my schedule. Then at the store I had another opportunity to help someone out and got a smile in return (that’s a big deal!). While at the store I bought two light pink geraniums (I forgot bags so I ended up sticking them in my pockets as I walked home, see above); one to remember Briana and the other to give to my friend. I can’t wait to see these beauties grow. I suppose there are constantly ways to help other people if you just make yourself available and look for them.
A friend of Briana’s made the video above. These two midwives had been invited by the Women’s World Heath Initiative to help launch a program to save mothers and babies in Senegal. Even after her passing Bri was able to give in a small and beautiful way. Watch it to find out how. It’s a beautiful story.
Paul and I just decided to take a little road trip around the island of Iceland. We’ll be taking the southern route and ending up at Jökulsálón, the glacier lagoon. We are stoked! Thank you for all your tips on Iceland. It seems like everyone who has been here has loved it and I can see why. This place is phenomenal. I’ll most likely be silent for the next few days as we will be *deep breath* CAMPING.*
Happy Easter! What a wonderful holiday. I bring you a special edition Sunday post straight from Reykjavik, Iceland. So far, it’s like what everyone said it would be: beautiful, still cold, mossy, amazing water (I kid you not, why would you drink anything else?). We can’t wait to explore more! We had a Danish Easter picnic before we left and Hilda Grahnat documented it for Kinfolk and West Elm‘s blog. Didn’t it turn out lovely? It was lovely, in fact. Great company + great food = wonderful time. That’s a scientific equation if I’ve ever heard of one. These are some of the outtakes for the shoot and I’ll give some little tid-bits of knowledge like how I boiled 4 dozen eggs for the shoot. Mind you, I’ve never boiled a successful egg until this shoot.* I felt very Gaston-ish.
We had a typical Danish meal of smørrebrød, which is basically open face sandwiches where you pile everything on top. The Danes are really organized about it though. There’s a system of what goes well with each ingredient.
We had the picnic at Dyrehaven, the deer park north of Copenhagen where I naively thought that the leaves would be green and luscious. But clearly, that wasn’t the case yet. Bummer! But I love the golden glow the brown gave off. At the end of the meal we were visited by a heard of deer who just stopped and stared at us. I think they wanted some smørrebrød. That made up for the lack of greenery for sure.
*The first time I ever boiled an egg I was babysitting a family for a week during Easter. I just assumed that you just boil water and add eggs to it. WRONG! As we dipped each egg in the rolling water each one bursted immediately upon impact and the hardened yolk flew out from the egg. I thought that must be normal so we did the full dozen. Each one I had to guard the kids and yell, “stay back kids!” and would drop it in shielding my eyes. Looking back it’s totally embarrassing, but hey, they were kids. This might explain why I haven’t done it since.