Shattering the Image

“Deyr fé, deyja frændur, deyr sjálfur ið sama; en orðstír deyr aldregi hveim er sér góðan getur.” – Hávamál Death is like love, it often comes when you least expect it. Early this morning, my brother-in-law’s father passed away. I am immediately reminded of the poem from the Icelandic sagas, “Cattle die, kindred die, EveryContinue reading “Shattering the Image”