Faroe Islands
An Archipelago in the North Atlantic 62 00’ N 06 47’ W
Some landscapes we meet just once others we have known through years of return. Intimacy slips outside of the boundary of time gesturing invitation. Passage, footfall thread of connection. Religio understood as to bind. Over the broad body of this rugged terrain rainwater flows, mingling over rock, heath, soft purple heads of wildflowers, Here confirms movement into sea from basalt cliffs, rough pasture; boots sink into sodden earth. The small towers of stones, way marks, saints of the earth held through the repeated refrain of seasons, of footfall. Seabirds wheel a circular wreath of earth and sky. Clouds refract a golden skirt of light. The weight of this land offers reserves of strength, a revisioning; calling us back to kinship.
Some landscapes we meet just once others we have known through years of return. Intimacy slips outside of the boundary of time gesturing invitation. Passage, footfall thread of connection. Religio understood as to bind. Over the broad body of this rugged terrain rainwater flows, mingling over rock, heath, soft purple heads of wildflowers, Here confirms movement into sea from basalt cliffs, rough pasture; boots sink into sodden earth. The small towers of stones, way marks, saints of the earth held through the repeated refrain of seasons, of footfall. Seabirds wheel a circular wreath of earth and sky. Clouds refract a golden skirt of light. The weight of this land offers reserves of strength, a revisioning; calling us back to kinship.
