Again on the island El Hierro

For already six days I am back on the island of El Hierro. There is a very different energy here. The dream world of Lemuria seems to be hidden in a mist of clouds from here. But there are other images popping up when I meditate. All familiar from a distant past, 35 years ago they were also there. Their meaning seems to get another dimension and becomes richer. I keep writing them down. No idea if there will ever develop something out of it, but it is inspiring me.

No space to paint big pieces of canvas here but also no need. Instead I make small drawings in ink, just little exercises to further develop a language of images, even some humanoid figures.

The island is more dry and brown than I have ever seen it before. Luckily some rain has come, which makes the earth and plants smell. Altough there is a lot of wind there also is a kind of peace, which seems to breathe out of the island. Others may experience it as emptiness.
I do feel deeply happy, satisfied, fullfilled, grateful with less and less concerns about the future. Life is just wonderful as it is and where I am doesn't matter as much any more as it used to do.