We were vikings…
We were vikings when I received my compass bracelet. We roared and bellowed across the frozen grasses of Iceland – our victory chants echoing through volcanic rock. We painted our faces with earth, with salt, with stories. I received the bracelet from Aldís the Viking, as she will forever be known in my mind, but also received a new friendship and boundless memories.
From the jagged edges of Iceland, my bracelet came with me to Ireland where it clambered over the rolling emerald hills and gripped ancient ruins of castles that were held together by myths and legends. The feel of the leather on my wrist tugged my memories back to the smell of volcanic sulfur, making it hard to part with. The bracelet reminded me of stories that had been whispered under the northern lights, of laughter carried on snowflakes; but as I wandered further from those viking days and out into Europe, I embraced the new connections forged and the stories they created.
For me these bracelets are stories embodied. They carry with them words and tales from all walks of life – and this bracelet has much to say.