The mound of Anundshögen, where King Brot-Anund is said to be buried. Photo: Clifford Shirley

Life is a fluid thing, rather like time. Some moments seem to last forever and others are gone in a blink of an eye… even though they may be the exact same number of minutes on a watch. At times, things of great import can be nearly forgotten, while others that seem everyday by comparison are remembered in the smallest detail. At other times,  our perception of time itself is altered. Once, when I was very young, I was hiking in the far north of Norway and found that my friends and I had walked from 3 pm to 3 am, with no idea we had walked more than a couple of hours, because of the Midnight Sun. […]

Fröhliche Sommersonnenwende….the Solar Journey of the Soul… — Odinia

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