Climbed a Volcano Today – Mount Aso
Hence the pained expression on my face. I don’t do scared, but I was scared.
The last major eruption was 27,000 years ago, and yes—it’s still active. Just a drop in the ocean in geological terms.
I filmed part of the climb but haven’t had time to review it yet. The funniest part? About an hour after I finished the climb, the mist cleared—and the sun shone.
Nestled in the scenic folds of Kyushu’s mountains lies a small village called Takamori. At its heart stands a train station—unlike any I’ve encountered. This isn’t a gritty junction of tired commuters and tangled timetables. It’s something else entirely.
Takamori Station is a living poem, a sanctuary disguised as infrastructure. Visitors step into a space that immediately invites pause. Sunlight pours through generous windows. You might sit at a wooden table, sketch a thought, sip a delicate cup of tea, or simply breathe. There’s no rush here—only welcome.
The design speaks softly but clearly: you’re safe, you’re seen, stay as long as you like.
What struck me most was how radically this station opposes the global norm. In cities across the world, including much of the UK, stations often feel like stress factories—grimy, hurried, devoid of soul. But Takamori Station flips the script. It is clean, calm, and community-infused. A space where even the weary are quietly revived.
This is not just architecture. This is work. Not the transactional kind, but the transformational kind. Someone chose to make this place feel like home. And if one only does one meaningful thing in life, then creating spaces like Takamori Station—places that soothe the collective spirit—would be a worthy pursuit indeed.
What if more stations became destinations? What if public spaces were designed to heal, to hold, to inspire.
Japan proves they can.
Interesting thought, I wonder how many will listen. At least you will know who is asleep and who is awake. Castletown Commissioners to audio record meetings from now on.
🌿✨ Oie Voaldyn ✨🌿
Tonight, we come together in Peel for a festival that honors our ancestors and celebrates the arrival of spring Oie Voaldyn. Bigger than ever before, this gathering is filled with peace, love, and all forms of spirituality—embracing tradition while looking toward the future.
As the night unfolds, let’s cherish the wisdom of those who came before us and welcome the renewal that spring brings. Here’s to unity, growth, and the beauty of shared traditions.
A magical time. 🌺🔥
