Monday morning. not a good night of sleep. Dreams are set in the past, not the future, and this is not a good sign. Retrospection is not healthy when I should be actively engaging the future. No time to retrospect. Loki is drawing on the computer at the moment. like father like son. so it goes. The Solstice is passed, now I am short-timing here in Iceland. Looking forward with some apprehension to my arrival in New York City a week from today.
Star Light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight.
No stars to be seen here. Venus, the bright evening guardian that has followed me on this travel since last fall, is lost in the brilliance of the night. Wishing will have to wait until the approaching return to southern latitudes. The times on Hrísey that I have experienced while living in Iceland have always been rather extraordinary. The most powerful impression I carry from this land began to surface in my consciousness on the island there, that of the interaction between Light and water, not to mention spending time with Jón, my father-in-law, and some of the other locals and summer residents of the island.