Between Easter and St. John’s Day, we can feel immersed in the grand tapestry of a luminous and vibrant world. Temperatures on the island are pleasant, and swimming in the sea has once again become an integral part of our daily lives after a relatively damp winter. Yellow stubble fields…
We’re swapping out the very last of the old calendars and getting used to this new number, which now assigns a specific quality to the course of the year—namely, a place in our calendar. And just as the new year unfolds before us, at this turning point we look back…
Today I write from my beautiful living room table. People sometimes ask me how I come up with my texts. I take this question with astonishment, because it is strange to realize that this blog really does reach people near and far and then – oh shock – can also…
The island is celebrating its biggest festival this weekend: the Virgen de los Dolores brought the lava flows in the heart of the island to a halt. To thank her, pilgrims in traditional dress will make their way to Mancha Blanca on Saturday. An opportunity to walk car-free through the…
Yesterday I caught myself thinking: “Oh, if only it could rain.” Listening inwardly, it was not so much the longing for moisture for nature that spoke to me as a very specific need that lies dormant in some people. It is awakened, crescendo, at the height of the outward buzz…
If you leave the house in the middle of the island in the morning, you will find yourself in a thick cloud of fog. Timanfaya is hidden behind a gray curtain, from which at most a moon-shaped sun could be glimpsed. Not a breath of air stirs in the subdued…
