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Silent Reflections

Essay from a photo writing prompt by Harpa and the Icelandic Writers Retreat. View the photo and read other essays here.

Stepping softly
from the sidewalk across the breadth to the back,
the wood floor holds the reticent reverberations of yesterdays music while outside
ancient,
gray
ripples
meet basalt blocks unheard.
Arctic sunlight collects on the comb of windows encasing the space
until dissected by one large looking glass
set forth between beams
outstretched,
framing the North Atlantic like victorious arms.
Symmetry.
Safflower skies reflecting on silica and seawater.
A mirrored plane plunges toward water, reflecting the harbor in its face.

Reflection-
a bending back-
Middle English.
Harpa holds the heritage of the people and houses the spirit of a culture,
the compilation of all time, hundreds of years, magmatic, covering and building on each other to create each present. Yet each concert is but a
breaker
in the waters of time, while in
every
singular
moment
its structure stands it publishes Iceland’s biography;
its framework arranged to feature and flaunt the landscape of the sea.
The islands human history was born here,
is here,
as ancestral waves go out
and come again,
retreating
only to bend back
carrying the voices of vikings,
the trill of fishing vessels,
the whisper of sagas,
the echoes of centuries,
like a low, soothing sound barely beneath our perception.

We stand in a building just to the left of a dreamboat silhouette-
but is it left?
The hand we choose depends on whence we came.
We enter from the city
but from where did we enter the city?
We stand in a building just to the right of a dreamboat silhouette,
between the Sun Voyager and its golden destination, the journey shining through panels of glittering glass.
Having stepped softly from the sidewalk we crossed the breadth to reach the front.
The front-
sitting on the threshold of an ocean gazing through the glass for its children,
taciturn,
listening,
reflecting.
I gaze back in silent reverie,
listening,
reflecting,
overlooking half the fatherland.


My favorite photos from the capital city of Reykjavik, Iceland featuring Harpa Concert Hall, the Sun Voyager, and the North Atlantic Ocean.

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Eternal Summer

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.  Celia Thaxter

People liken the heart to many things-

An open book.

A fortress.

A lion.

A stereo.

An ocean. Inside of a bigger ocean.

I don’t think my heart is any of those things. I think its more like a greenhouse. A greenhouse with a carefully curated collection of curiosities. Because that’s the thing about life, a lot of things happen, a lot of things surround us, and a lot of things pass by us but only the things that we allow can pass through us and we carry with us only what we choose. Whatever plant you want can grow in a greenhouse despite the atmospheric and geologic conditions of the area. Whoever we want to become can grow in our heart. Whatever we want to love can live in our heart. We set the conditions. In a greenhouse there is summer in the depths of winter, in our hearts hope in the depths of desolation.

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”  Albert Camus, The Stranger

A greenhouse promotes growth and fills itself with life. Proverbs 4:23 says “Above all things that you guard, safeguard your heart, for out of it are the sources of life.” If you don’t like something that has taken root in there, remove it. You don’t have to let it stay just because its always been there or because its in everyone else’s. Bring in what you value. Your life is either your problem or your blessing but either way it’s up to you. Choose to make positive growth. Plant gratefulness to have that eternal summer within you. Keep bringing in love to nourish your treasures. Its a continuous work and a continuous pleasure. The outside world whispers “If I just had ____ my life would be complete.” But what is a complete life? Everyday adds something new, each morning light brings fresh opportunity, everyone you meet is a brand new world. Why would you desire your life to come to completion? Complete is a beginning, middle, and end; and yet my heart preserves me. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says of the creator, “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has even put eternity in their heart; yet mankind will never find out the work that the true God has make from start to finish.” Human life was created to be indefinite, human hearts reach out for eternity. And even after all the time in the world we will still never know all there is and never experience all that can be. Our purpose is growth, my heart is fertile.

stones

metallic

berry

poky

vibrance

orchid

beads

soft

crystal eye