1 We awoke to the most beautiful dawn sky, red and deep orange becoming violet, mauve and amber and eventually blue with pinky-peachy clouds. Sadly the old words were right and that beautiful red sky was indeed a warning for the rest of the day.
Dawn over our back garden
Dawn and our Headless Ghost
2 In the lovely Lemon Street Gallery in Truro was a fabulous sculpture looking not unlike a Grandfather clock but full of intrigue. I was encouraged to open the doors, ring the bells, swing the pendulum, discover the secrets behind the doors. If only I could afford to buy this most beautiful and imaginative piece by Baz Roscoe and Sans Robinson. Do read the information too – such thought and love have gone into this remarkable structure. I love it! Here you can see the artists talking about their piece.
In the Rain the Old Path Becomes a New Stream
Sculpture
‘In the Rain the Old Path Becomes a New Stream’ information
3 I came home to find some photos in my dropbox from my Dear Sister in Hawaii. I give you two of her photos and invite you to read her lyrical words that follow. Beautiful indeed.
Volcano erupting into the sea
Dawn with the lava and ocean
“I’ve been with the elemental nature of the Earth in such a dramatic, yet personal way. The hike out is intense. For one, it is dark and two you are hiking over lava (not the hot, red stuff!) for about three miles. Lava comes in all shapes and forms and you have to be VERY careful. The lava can be fragile, or it can be very solid – you don’t know and so each step is taken with great care and respect for the land. Often there are large cracks, but I have learned that if you keep moving forward and step over them, the land will support you on the other side. And then – after an hour and a half of preparation through this hike – it suddenly gets hot – blasts of heat rise up from the ground and as you look down – there are hot spots. Not flowing lava yet, but you know it is flowing under where you are walking – and don’t forget, some of the lava is fragile, so you take each step with even greater care and connectivity to the land.
And then! – I cannot express the awe of watching the elements in their raw expression of power and beauty. We spent about two hours out there, through the dark until after dawn, with the changing light and complete, awe-inspiring power. The lava would continually find new paths, blasting out of the cliff face, creating new fiery rivers and pools as it made its way towards the ocean where it was greeted by a force we are all familiar with. The ensuing connection between the two elements of fire and water produced huge billowing clouds of steam which rose up the cliff face – being pushed by the wind – sometimes into your face where it stung your eyes and filled your lungs with an unfamiliar breath. Leaning on a huge lava rock, I realized my back was getting warmer and warmer. My support, though firm lava, still had the warmth of the running lava inside it.
The connection of fire and waves were creating new land, in the form of black sand – a beach was instantly being formed at the base of the cliff through the combination of forces. The elements fire, water, earth and air all in their most passionate expressions.
And then – the hike back – new land under foot. How beautiful this lava is – bejeweled with gold, silver, platinum and electric blue. In shapes and colors now visible in light of the new day. Shaped in ropes and strings and flows – you can see how it flowed, how it formed this land which I am so blessed to call home.”
