Lækna vatn (Healing Water): My Adventure to Iceland and Deeper Within My Soul

Lækna vatn

The land of fire and ice is a glimpse of how heaven and earth ebb and flow. 

Lush green lands, no litter, and mother earth's freedom to be spontaneous in her expression. 

Wind blows fiercely and I could feel her pushing me up a steep mountain when I feared going on.

Steam rising from the earth reminding me there are deeper layers below.

Skies so blue I never saw the darkness of the night.  

Oh but the water. 

Water flows, freezes, falls, and recedes. Water warms, cools, moves and quenches. 

This land mirrors the soul.  

I saw a glacier tongue exposed through two mountains. I felt a chill run through my body as I approached the blue and white mass with deep cuts that go on for miles. It held a powerful force as I stood before it.

This reminds me of the soul I told myself. 

The place within that we take intensive memories and freeze them from coming forth unexpectedly. The ones we cannot handle or do not know what to do with. 

These memories and emotions may seem tame, yet they continue to move and carve a path within, even if we cannot see it. 

I saw a waterfall that flowed forcefully to the ground. I felt the mist cover my body when I got too close. The flow was unrelenting and roared on even though I stood to stare for a while. 

This reminds me of the soul I told myself. 

The place within once the frozen parts become known and begin to melt and pour out all the held back emotions. The moments we experience when connections about ourselves are made and we have no choice but to feel gushing out of us. We need these moments to make change along the mountainside and to release memories to be free. 

I saw a river created by the energy of the waterfall and continued down the highland into the ocean. The water was pure and drinkable and had a certain calmness to it. The river leisurely wandered and created a soothing sound as it passed over rocks and dirt. 

This reminds me of the soul I told myself. 

The place within that once the powerful emotions find enough space to stretch out and create a trail are no longer beating with intense energy. The rivers and streams still create a path but in a gentle way. Our emotions become safe to consume and can still create influence in a more subversive way. 

I saw the ocean blue without an end in sight. The waves would begin to form and rapidly crash towards the shore only to be pulled back again. White bubbly liquid that greeted the shore ritually. The salty water was different from the fresh water that poured into it but nothing could disrupt its constant swaying. 

This reminds me of the soul I told myself. 

The collective space where all of humanity shares emotions and space that is longed to be known like the waves kissing the sand. We contribute our own experiences and when we are united we create a massive force. The collective unconscious is striving to move towards being known just as the waves push towards the shore. We are all connected. 

I saw the rain fall from the sky and I could never figure out when it would come. Mystical rain that cleansed my shoes of mud and sprinkled on the rivers and streams like an enchanting dance. I loved the rain because it would cover the bright blue skies and create more of a nighttime feeling. The rain filled the ocean, touched the streams, covered the glaciers, and chased the flow down the waterfalls.

This reminds me of the soul I told myself. 

The spiritual force that cannot be explained yet I know exists deep within my bones. The rain is the spirit that is with all forms of the water whenever and wherever it comes. Its force can be soft and misty, calm and quiet, or a stormy dominance. The rain guided the land of fire and ice and determined what kind of day it would be. A native said, “no one could predict the weather.”

I was in awe and I thought I had experienced all parts of the soul mirrored in nature, but I was wrong. 

I stood in a cave 8000 years old carved out of lava 35 meters below the earth. The cave was dark and only bacteria were dwelling in the darkness. The ground was rough and we had to walk slow because only a small light guided the way. Our guide asked us to turn off the lights and listen to the sounds of the cave. I only heard a small trickle of water. 

This reminds me of the soul I told myself. 

This is the part of ourselves that is ancient and holds the deepest darkest spaces of our selves. It is also the space that is connected to our ancestors and we inherit their emotions, traditions, pain, and hopes. This is the place healers go with only a small light. Not many people want to venture into the darkest and deepest parts of ourselves, yet this is where the healing happens.

I wanted that healing too. I went to a volcanic cave that was filled with warm tender water. It was dark and only a small sliver of light created a pathway. I asked mother earth to heal me and I placed myself in her bath. She held me tight and hugged my body with her magical love. 

Thank you healing water for taking your time to teach me.