It’s been a rough couple of days with Little One. All kinds of reasons, including the snow which we had all eagerly anticipated – yet completely unsettled her. Snow is a very rare thing in Devon… My rosy image of a family snow-day met with the reality of both of us parents trying to squeeze in working from home while helping Little One understand a totally unpredictable day. There have been a lot of tantrums.
A moment of joy teaching Eldest to snowboard in the park was cut short by the embarrassment of Little One lying on her back in the snow screaming because it wasn’t her turn.
Tonight I needed to revisit my Sigur Ros Heima DVD. I needed the bittersweet harmonies and the simple beauty of four musicians totally in step with one another.
Memories flood in when I watch Heima. Summer 2008 at Greenbelt open-air cinema, Eldest asleep in a warm bundle of blankets on my knee. Brandy hot chocolate, and fresh doughnuts as we watched the Icelandic community come together through music. Feeling overwhelmed with love as I cradled my daughter and rested in my husband’s arms.
Still raw from leaving the church, yet feeling flutters of hope that something like Heima (‘Home’ in English) was what Church could look like outside the walls. The scene filmed at Gamla Borg still makes me cry – the simplicity of young and old gathered to share food and be immersed in music.