Obliteration, devastation and starting all over again…
Santorini’s aesthetics are not pretty.
They’re rugged, they’re unruly …they’re beautiful.
It is disaster and rebuilding on full display as the cut-away cliffs fold like cake mix down to the Aegean Sea… Nea Kameni’s active volcano in the flooded Santorini caldera erupted, demolished, and created what Santorini is today.
…and the sea is the deepest sparkling blue you can ever imagine. A blue that somehow makes you feel its’ depths …your depths …life’s ‘inifinite’-ness & possibility …and on top of the devastation that the volcano created, man’s hand has crafted, carefully and lovingly, the most beautiful architectural treats for the eye, in glistening whites, bouncing the light, and making the whole landscape a working-art, a work of hope.
…because only a few kilometres away lies an active volcano, and Mother Nature could go and take it all away again.
I was speaking to a bartender, this time around, about why it is that Santorini feels so different and why it takes your breath away…
She said it is the energy of the volcano – a feminine energy – and it is right at this little island’s doorstep.
…and the villagers worship and celebrate its’ power, because it built the island as it is today, in such a jaw-dropping and heart-stopping kind of way.
Out of the eruption. Out of the devastation.
And the little caldera cliff houses teeter on its’ edge, vicariously, almost as if they are constantly rebalancing their weight to lean against gravity. And the tourism is as relentless, as the sun, and the wind.
…and I think that it might just be the thing that does Santorini in.
But the rejuvenation and reconstruction is a part of Santorini, and like moths we are drawn to the flame, to the active volcano, to the rumbling, yet strangely restorative energy that is Santorini.
Nea Kameni, the island of Santorini’s creation, is pictured to my right 💓