For the past 3 weeks I have tried to write down what LungA is. What we are doing. Or what we are attempting to do. I have tried to capture the feeling, describe the nature, and put the magic on paper. I have given up a lot of times. But I have decided that it would not do this place justice to give up! So I have decided to share my thoughts with you. They are snapshots from the first weeks at LungA school. From a life in the small town of Seydisfjordur. Some stories are not even snapshots, but rather sketches. There is no story line. – Sometimes I have the feeling that yesterday is very disconnected from today. It is difficult to describe something that keeps changing. And to describe something I am not sure I understand myself? But here goes: snapshots from LungA:
As we drive into town, one of the first things I notice are the LED-lit red, blue and white crosses on the graveyard. They seem comical and misplaced in this majestic landscape. The snow makes them flicker – a bit like noise on an old TV screen.
I dreamt vividly last night. I guess I was just digesting everyone’s life stories. It is rare to have this kind of honesty in a group. We sat for 9 hours listening to each others’ stories. – and it seemed like every minute was essential. I, too, shared things about myself that I’m not sure that my friends know?
The worst part is actually getting out of the icy water. My toes, my feet, my shins – it feels as if a myriad of invisible fjord-creatures are now eagerly stabbing their little knifes into them. Hahahaaa! We’re all smiling and laughing!
The snow squeaks; a bit like cotton now. It gives me goosebumps. Just a few days ago my cheeks hurt from all the hail. Now, the world is white, bright and squeaky.
I think that part of what is unique about this place is that everything is possible. There are no real boundaries or barriers. Sure. You may not succeed. But if you don’t try, you will never know whether you may succeed. Being on shaky ground, you really learn.
I think we are creating a foundation by tearing apart the old one. Someone said that the amount of solids remain the same when you tear down a building – if you collect all the dust. I think we are tearing down buildings, and replacing the dust with new material to create a foundation that will be stronger than before.
I don’t believe that I will ever grow tired of looking at the mountains.
Stop! The silence is remarkable after 10 minutes of exhaling loud ”HUH”s, while thumping my heels rhythmically against the floor. So this is the actual meditation. I try my best to empty my mind… My arms hurt a lot. Someone breathes heavily. I focus on the now… Arh. Must take my arms down. Shake them… Breathe… Empty my mind. Slowly bring the arms up again. It was quite intense to be in a room with everyone screaming, yelling, singing. Blindfolded. I wonder how long it takes to learn to meditate?
Oh! Northern lights! We saw them last night. It was not as green as I thought it would be. It looked more like streaks of greenish drizzling snow. And then it danced! And a purple shade appeared. The moon was very clear and cast amazing shadows on the snowy mountains. It was every bit as amazing as I hoped it would be!
I started the day with looking 10 people in the eyes for 2 minutes each. Then I listened to Clara’s life story for several hours. And looked at the mountains. The day ended with dancing to a screening of a Talking Heads concert.
We are all here to be challenged. We talk a lot about life.
The atmosphere is different now. Quieter. More introspective. Intense. Vulnerable. Telling your life story to someone else takes courage. And it takes courage to realise what you left out. Why was that again?
The light is very blue today. Each day has its own blue colour; today it takes on a cold, light blue tone. The waterfalls have frozen again. It is as if someone took a photo of them, left it there and took the running water with them. Or stopped the time. But the running water is under the ice. I can hear it.
Just living together. Sharing mornings, evenings, thoughts, ideas. And going on a personal journey together. I think everyone is trying to get closer to some essence. The essence of art? Of thought? Of feeling? Of life? I’m not really sure. But it feels important to all of us. And the rest of the world seems very far away.
The sun is crawling further and further down the mountains. I can definitely see the difference. It is coming closer.