Ah, volcanoes.

They make beautiful things.

Or beautiful things appear in the mind.

Barking Troll 

In a remote valley in Iceland, under a volcano, one can spend an afternoon among treasures.

I sure did.

The wealth of the dwarves, my ancestors called this stuff.

 

The wealth of men, too, I think.

And the wealth of the water..

And mystery enough.

And light within the stone..

This is old wisdom.

Totemic wisdom. Like this sheep amulet below.

This is the deeps of the mind and body, meeting in the light of the air.

This is what you get when you walk straight into the Earth. You’ll know where when you’re there.