Blueberries in Iceland
Yesterday we listened. It was one of those days that is marked by such a unique fullness that you no longer need to search for anything. After a morning yoga class where our teacher invited us to have the courage to overwhelmed by beauty, over and over again, we had a wonderful lunch, hiked along the mossy coast, swam naked in the North Atlantic on a black stone beach, played in a singing cave and ran down a mountain through lava fields filled with soft moss and as many wild blueberries as we had time for. Time stopped and life started beating by the ripeness of blueberries and the speed of our feet. Our destination was a blurry line of direction and distraction. After a delicious meal and restorative yoga class we were gifted an hour of the most spectacular show I've ever seen, the Northern Lights. We spread out in a hay field and instead of finding cows, quite literrally I began to hear a series of "wows", over and over and over again until the lights died down and it was time for bed and blueberry dreams.
By Ben Crosky
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