|Photo courtesy of Karen Gummo||Author: Karen Gummo, Calgary, AB
Hail to the speaker! Hail to the one who listens. May the ones who hear these words prosper because of them. Hail to all who listen … to all who take the journey …
Nesti og nýja skó! Nesti og nýja skó!
To find the chance, the chance to take a journey … one needs new shoes.
I am a storyteller – I tell stories from my head and my heart. I am on a journey to discover who I am. It is good to have an identity as a human being – something that sets you apart. I always knew I had origins in Iceland. All of my mother’s family came from there. Early in life I didn’t think about it much. Didn’t consider it at all really. At last, someone turned my attention to the homeland of my ancestors and I was overcome with a sense of longing. Iceland is a beautiful place, untouched in some corners, and there is a deeply-held passion there for poetry and literature. The epic sagas were delivered from lips to ear in the smoky baðstofas (front rooms) of ordinary farmers’ turf cottages for more than 1000 years. I had clearly chosen a profession true to my DNA.
Now I hoped to get there as quickly as possible. But it is not a quick undertaking. I didn’t want to simply arrive there as another tourist. Perhaps I could offer to tour the country and bring my favourite stories? I like to dance and to draw and paint. I could do some of that along the way too, I thought. How could I convince the powers that be that they would wish to listen to my stories? Would they embrace me and the gifts I had to offer? Hmmm I thought … not unless I underwent some kind of transformation. I would need to be reborn …