in Perivale Woods.
Are the answers here?
Tangled in the roots,
Stretching to the skies.
Freedom smells like this
Damp cold leaves being warmed by the silent, omnispective sun
Did you enjoy being worshiped by our ancestors?
Witness to the start
Reminding us of our fragility
This community of ancient Oaks
Harboring colonies and ancient civilizations.
Small wonders, perfect, total and complete
Sometimes not looking for answers
Is the answer.
Clichés dance on top of jumbled thoughts.
I feed my heart the fragrant soup of small wonders.
Came across some photo’s I took back in August 2010. August 25th to be exact. Kenny and I whilst on Honeymoon in Taormina took a trip out to Mount Etna….and wow what a trip…one I’ll never forget, reminded me how much power Big Mama Nature has over us insignificant little humans.
This has to be my favorite photo of the event. I just love how those fearless folk are walking straight towards the action.
Etna lets us know she’s alive and well.
I was a little bit concerned at this point…
This trip to Etna was on the 4th day of our Honeymoon. When we first arrived I realised I’d forgotten my camera so we went out and just bought the first’ Point- and- Shoot’ we could find and afford. We ended up getting a Kodak EasyShare C142 and I’m so glad we did. I really love the way these pics turned out.
It burned under us as we walked
Gravelly over the bed of a deep thunder.
Smoke whooshed out of the belly of the crater
Filling our lungs with the pregnancy of a planet.
I was nervous trekking with you on my back
while the troupe had gone on ahead.
It was dangerous. Too dangerous for us,
But this journey was what you cried for.
Your fingers crisped with the first sharp freeze
But walk we would, after the team,
Feet hacking over the slip shoddy rock.
I held your ice-red fingers to the warm stone
And we trudged on
to the first legendary story of your life.
I held you on my aching back
As we tracked a sometimes fatal trail of history
Dating back to the dawn of this ball of fire.
Sometimes I stumbled and you were afraid.
No doubt. There was a steep dropp either side
Into the centre of all scorching things.
But we came out cool, and we came out dry.
My son, not too many boys of two years old
Scale one of the tallest volcanoes
Into the sky.