Hanging out with a geologist makes you especially aware of the stories of the stones and the history of our planet which goes so much further then the history of mankind.
The stones and rocks on Iona are very very old. Many millions of years ago they where under rising volcanic mountains deep inside the boiling earth. The liquid earth was segregating into different layers of minerals, feldspath, granite and others, under immense pressure of the mountains above them. A bit later streams of serpentine were flowing trough those layers like water trough the mud. leaving a specific beautiful green colour in watery lines behind. Erosion did eat away the mountains above and brought these beautiful colours to the surface.
These colours and rocks feel very very gentle and friendly, very much carrying me in a state of soft ecstasy, a kind of inner joy which is not explosive bursting out, but slowly getting stronger and stronger, glowing.
Of coarse the make me wanting to paint again, trying to capture this experience and the gentle expressiveness of the colours. Sometimes just the rocks are so beautiful as an already finished painting
Places on this planet and how they feel can be so very very different, and that is so interesting to feel. And our earth is so loving and caring and supportive to all the living beings who come and go on her surface.