I wish I could ride my own horse every day. At least every Thursday. I love that the day is named for a god from Norse mythology.
There's so much about Scandinavia that I'm drawn to. I fall in love with certain things in life, random items that cross my path, as we all do. But extreemely often, I discover my favorite things originated from that part of the globe. When I say this, I'm not only referring to world-renowned Scandinavian things. I don't really mean how I fell for Kay Nielsen's art, and after I bought his book, I learned he was a Dane. I'm sure he has millions of fans.
What I mean is, even when I pick out a pair of booties, down the line I'll invariably discover the pattern was Nordic. I'm unknowingly surrounded by pieces of their culture in my home. I was attracted to the Carlo Van de Roer photo of the man in the lagoon, long before I knew Carlo took it in Iceland. I bought some beautiful lights made of needle-felted wool. The artist was French, and once we got to talking, she told me her fibers came from Icelandic sheep. The visual of those particular herds-- their wooly coats dotting the hills of that island nation-- it's too good to be true. Now when I look at those lights I think of that country.
I occasionally look for artist in residence programs there. I seriously considered leaving New York behind and going there for a spell. If there were such a thing as past lives, I would dare say: I once was Icelandic.
The word Thursday, some of you know, means thunder-day. Lili surely remembers more about ancient mythology than I do now. I'm rusty on the subject.
Some writers identify Thor as another version of Jupiter. In English, we are saying Thor's day, while the lovely French ("jeudi") and Spanish ("jueves") are calling it Jupiter's day.
I don't know what all this has to do with today's photos really. Let's talk about these photos. These scenes aren't Scandinavian-inspired, they are Native American. The girls and animals seem at peace. The peace of wild things.
On the other hand, we could be looking at Sioux warrior horses. The riders may be glowing and victorious after a battle.
Have a wonderful Thunder-day, my dear readers.
I'll leave you with a little spot of poetry!
"When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound, in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things, who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free." - poem by Wendell Berry, born 1934
Currently listening to: Jóga by Björk, 1997
Video directed by Michel Gondry