Column: Stones

Columnist Luke Babb goes looking for the Hidden Folk in Iceland and has an encounter at the Icelandic Museum of Prophecies.

Column: Utiseta

Pagan Perspectives

Most places in Iceland pipe their hot water up from springs deep below the ground, the water still smelling strongly of sulfur. It isn’t until almost a week into my trip that I realize sulfur interacts with the metal of my wedding ring. I send my wife a picture. “What a souvenir,” she says. “I don’t think it’ll last.