Under the spell of the mighty volcano

Still and always dreaming of the Big Island, my love. There is a special shrine with its name in my heart. Love, love, love that place... A place where you feel the lava pulsating through the land's veins, birthing new land into the sea. I have never ever felt more alive and in sacred communion with nature than while I spent time on the Big Island of Hawai'i recently. It beckons one's innermost soul, it awakens every cell of one's being. I remember leaning on the edge of the volcano, closing my eyes, and breathing in pure life, a palpable life, and experiencing a cathartic, almost transcendental feeling as I approached the crater of the mighty volcano, as I walked through along the Crater Rim, watching hot steam escaping through steam vents, only hinting at the powerful force that coarsed only feet beneath me...I bent down and touched the earth and could feel its rumble, its heat, it power, while the air outside was frigid. It was alive. And it welcomed me to partake in its majesty.