So Spoke the Skald 04 – Wishing You in Gudvangen

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Oh I am so in Norway at this moment. Gudvangen Viking Valley… can see the fire, the late sun, the faces in the walls, can hear the waterfalls in the distance and see the gleam in the eye across the flames. I can taste the mead.

I can feel the thrum, the dizzying thrum as the water flows and the rock heart sings.

There are huge rippling circles in the fjord and no one knows what could have leapt so large. I smell the forge, the fire and the forthcoming meal. In a moment someone will turn to me and say, “Tell one of your tales Adrian”.

I cannot impress with stories of pixies, troll or elves for there are always a few sat close with a wild gleam in their eye who swear they have seen them, swear.

The night is here but there isn’t time for sleeping yet.

I love the storms. many fear them. but when the dark clouds lower to meet the very tips of the fjord and Vikings walk stooped as if they may be crushed, I stand and raise my arms and will the wind, “Blow down here along the depths of the valley, through this cavernous tunnel of ancient rock and sweep me, let me know I am alive!”

Let the many many low slender forces of water falling from far up there at the edge of the walls never reach the valley floor, as they turn to mist and meander serpent-like across the sky to reach and greet the powerful clouds.

And I would be up this morning coming to us in the early refreshing of the light, to see the still shapes in the hanging snaking mists, turn away and return and they are moved and different. Here upon you one moment and high and clinging to the turns of stone another.

We will gather in the day tomorrow, pipes will call and fluting sounds will weave as shamanic darks invite to learn of timelessness, and sweating efforts recreate from the hand-cut natural. We will watch or join as racing effort competes and strains. We will laugh at tumbles, open mouths at astonishments and surprising victories and we will cast a spell, by learning or by simply being.

I am in Gudvangen now, in my heart and in my thoughts.

I see you there with me.Image031

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Vikings May Our Wishes Come True – a slightly jocular protest blog

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Vikings May Our Wishes Come True

And I would like you to share this to as many people as possible – then my wish can come true as well.

All you have to do is come to Gudvangen (or send something – see later) and take part in my ritual (project).

How it works is, I hereby declare the perimeter of our Viking Market a magical place; a magical line. I ask you to come and decorate it.

Because it is orange!!!FullSizeRenderOrange.

If everyone who comes takes something to the fence and weaves it into the fence or hangs it from the fence my wish will come true.

I promise, that if you add something to the fence that you will be able to make a wish; a piece of bark and branch of an old tree, a piece of cloth – anything, anything, anything. I say again, Anything!

You will then be able to make a wish.

Then my wish will come true –

Vox Pop:-

“Well done Adrian, I will help”

“It is all we could afford”

“Cover it up for godssake”

“I will send the kids”

“Adrian, I don’t think the Vikings had political activists”

“You are making the world a better place”

“I think it is a Noray Design conspiracy”

“God it will be ugly if not”

“It is an ugly, horrible, disgusting, garish, untra-modern, vivid, bright orange bl**dy plastic fence.”

Steady now

We shall cover it up!

Yes that is my wish. That fence must go!

Please do this, please share, or you will be forever cursed by pictures of your visit here with orange in the background.FullSizeRender

I promise, that if you help with this; by sharing, telling people, sending things, hanging things, weaving things in, you will be able to make a wish.

I promise.