What's my attraction to Iceland? This desire to go north, to a land of open space, solitude and silence with a vastness of blue hues, horizons, and nothingness. Its presence is elemental and primordial and one that is sensed and felt. " Eg reit ekki." I don't know. I don't know why I am moved!
Its feeling takes me back to a place of "beginning" and I am reminded once again of Theodore Roethke's, "Cuttings" ("This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks....."), a poem that moved me way back when!