Category Archives: Iceland
Tallow Lights
On this aðfangadagskvöld, it’s my duty to tell you specifically about the final Yule Lad, who arrives tonight. His name is Kertasníkir, and if you know Icelandic, you’re clutching your candles.
A Thin Place
I sank my water bottle into nature’s LaCroix, took a sip, offered some to Gwyn.
Iceland with Mark
And I invited my dad to join me. At the time, I wasn’t sure of the precise reasons I did it, it just felt right. In retrospect, I think I understand it better.
