It was like a fairy tale. Through a remarkable string of coincidences I found this place, my ancestral farm in Norway. It felt unreasonably familiar—a piece of myself that I hadn’t even realized was missing. These mighty “helder,” giants of stone, inhabit the fearsome landscape of the norse legends. Cows, sheep, goats have for millennia grazed the meadows between the giants; trees grow right out of them. Every mountain, hill, peninsula and cove, river and rivulet has a name given eons ago. Were the names given by people or did the land name itself? Yes.
It was life changing for me to draw in this place, to be welcomed by both the land and the people. Something awakened in my soul, in my very bones. The flame of it has burned within me ever since.