day thirty-six: explosion

My people come from the Azores, which is a group of small islands one-thousand miles off the European coast. Volcanic islands. Exploding magma from cracks in the ocean floor. Spitting up future farms, mountains, and coastlines. Lush. Green.

I am a volcano. It is where I come from. It is in me. I am creating. I am raw materials.


ps next musical monday in the language of my grandparents


Anonymous | September 24, 2009 at 8:02 AM

Sometimes I think of myself as a volcano, but more in the destructive sense than in the creating lush new life sense. LOL. :)

Barbaloot | September 24, 2009 at 8:33 AM

What a cool place to have ancestry! And I always thought England was a big deal:)

That Girl | September 24, 2009 at 11:17 AM

I like this.


Destructive, energetic creation ... that might be my theme today ...

Valerie | September 24, 2009 at 12:36 PM

I really enjoy your posts! They are always so eloquent and thought provoking!

charrette | September 24, 2009 at 3:46 PM

I have never considered my ancestors' terrain as impacting my heart and soul, but I'm sure you're right. It makes sense somehow. There's something sort of primal about it.

The volcanic eruption as a metaphor for creative juices bubbling over is wonderful.

Dedee | September 24, 2009 at 6:17 PM

I like it. I like the picture too. Can't wait for Monday!

Denise | September 24, 2009 at 8:05 PM

i just popped over from "together for good."
my family is from the azores. from flores. i'm first generation american.
i visited 2 yrs ago for the first time it was A.MAZ.ING!

and let me tell you this those volcanoes erupted into the most beautiful hydrangea and waterfall covered islands! they are BREATH TAKING!

if being a volcano = one day being breath taking, then sign me up!