I hardly ever write on here in English anymore. I used to try at least. Now it’s August and I haven’t posted anything since November last year. I’ve been more in touch with my Icelandic side than I have in years, I’ve been writing poetry and I’m currently working on a little travel journal from my camping trip this summer.

Right now the time of the midnight sun is quite over. It’s 10:20 pm and the sun is already down. August and March are those times of year when I think Iceland feels most normal in terms of daylight. Maybe I’m mistaken, I guess it should be March and September (for the Equinox), but August also often gives such lovely sunny days. So, right now it’s a little bit dark. Dark enough to sleep well and put a candle on the living room table to create a cozy vibe (I love cozy) - but it’s still only a few minutes since I saw the sun still peaking through the clouds at the horizon.

I’m recovering from Covid so I’ve been at home this entire week. I wish I could say it was a blast, getting an extra week of “summer holiday”, but it wasn’t a blast. I had fever, a runny nose, sore throat and massive headache. The headache still lingers although most of the other symptoms are slowly fading away. However, what it did give me was time to reflect and write. Doodle a little bit too. Remind me to ground myself more often.

I basically became thankful. Thankful of the reminders the universe threw my way. Reminders - or even just answers - to some questions that were spinning in my mind. Getting that clarity brought me peace. So, I’m sitting here, enjoying peace and a relative quiet (I can always hear the busy street outside, makes me miss the countryside so much), and just thinking about being grateful.

I love it. Being grateful is a wonderful feeling. I’m going to log off now and sit with it a little bit. And enjoy it. I hope I will remember it the next time my stress ramps up and goes off the rails. I think it can help me keep on track. Anyway, we’ll see.