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On the island of βrju Vindúr, life was defined by directions of three winds. A treacherous wind blew in from the ocean, while bitter cold wind swept down from mountains. Winds from valleys sneaked in over green hills, blasting unexpectedly.
One gust at a time would have been acceptable, but usually two or three gusted through the town of Bakkafjörður all at once. Merely walking up or down a street necessitated clinging to a wall, or hanging on for dear life on a ship rope strung along streets.
Needless to say, villagers were noted for exceptional muscular development. Even so, none could walk up or down streets without assistance. However, one man had this skill, and he mocked other villagers as he strolled along, hands in pockets, posture straight. His blonde hair waved as winds blew and his muscles bulged. He was gorgeous and he knew it.
Eiður was such a man. No humility existed in him. Pride emanated off him. Oh, how villagers grew to hate him.
He had the chance to leave the island on a ship off-loading goods, ready to on- load sheep and wool for export. Hopping aboard, he waved at villagers who wished all sorts evil to descend upon him.
Eiður returned after a month with big smiles and stories to tell. But he had no idea that a month away from three winds had changed him.
He stepped off the ship and was immediately thrown to his hands and knees. Trying stand up, Eiður found himself again creeping like a dog along streets to his house. He could not stand. He could not pull himself up on the ropes.
From there on, Eiður moved from one spot to another, crawling. Villagers watched him. Justification was theirs.
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This story is strictly metaphorical. Pride does go before a crawl.
No such island exists in Iceland, altho there are many other amazing islands and landforms! It is on our "Let's go.." list. My apologies to the native Icelandic speakers. No insult was intended.
We will be heading to visit my brother in Cow Chipping country for a few days. Please leave comments if you can (even though I won't respond) simply because I enjoy hearing from you.
No such island exists in Iceland, altho there are many other amazing islands and landforms! It is on our "Let's go.." list. My apologies to the native Icelandic speakers. No insult was intended.
We will be heading to visit my brother in Cow Chipping country for a few days. Please leave comments if you can (even though I won't respond) simply because I enjoy hearing from you.
Sjἁumst sἰðar See you later.
dear Susan what an excellently written :)))
ReplyDeletei thoroughly enjoyed each bit of this story ,beautifully woven ,love it
yes pride always comes to an embarrassment
best wishes to your cow country visit
Great story! Iceland is on our trip bucket list too.
ReplyDelete'cow chipping country.' I think I need to hear more about that for certain. Enjoy.
ReplyDeletePride is good in itself, but when it consumes us, it will destroy us.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your cow chipping vaca.
How intriguing! I couldn't wait to get to the end to see his fate.
ReplyDeleteGreat story about Iceland. I have a friend who visited there last year.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your time in my "neck of the woods," or pasture, whatever the case may be.
The prideful man's nose was not so high in the air was it?
ReplyDeleteHe was lucky that his fall was so small. And relatively safe.
ReplyDeleteSoothing story. Oh how I love when karma does her job and takes down the insufferable. Have fun flipping chips.
ReplyDeleteWhat an entertaining close, Susan. One for the karma bus!
ReplyDeleteHave a delightful time while away … be safe!
Interesting...
ReplyDeleteOkay,I smiled. "Pride does go before a crawl." Okay that seals it, you are certifiable!
ReplyDeleteBut still love to visit your house.
Sherry & jack
Goes to show that sometimes pride and vanity can lead one down an isolated path.
ReplyDeleteThat's an excellent tale, with a wonderful point.
ReplyDeleteKind of like how astronauts have to get reaccustomed to gravity after an extended stay on the ISS.
ReplyDeletePride does indeed go before a fall, although when I do fall, which is a rare occurrence for me, I'm still prideful after when I discover I still have never broken any bones.
ReplyDeleteHow true, Susan, but I think I would have like the story more if they had shown a little pity for him 🤗
ReplyDeleteGreat post.
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I knew he was going to 'get his' lol.
ReplyDeleteGreat story. Metaphorical tales that add a little magic and oddness appeal to me. Iceland seems like such an interesting and wonderful place. I would like to visit some day.
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