I have often heard of ‘the wonders of the earth unfolding’ and meditated on that graphic imagery. Birds, bees, butterflies, flowers, persons and so on. Today I am sitting on an island that rose from the Atlantic Ocean twenty-five million years ago. A mere 300 years ago it was still unfolding. Over a period of 6 years, a new mountain moonscape was formed as tonnes of molten rock erupted from the bowels of the 4.2 billion years old earth, cooling and settling to become eerily beautiful art-desert. Is that a squirrel? A goat? A hermit? My eyes deceive. These are robust creatures of the earth, unmoved for centuries – until succeeding wonders unfold and call forth psalms of appreciation from little awakenings like mine.