Mamma Etna

Encrusted molten lava rock

Frames her black ageless face

Blows wisps of heated fading breath

From caldrons deep embrace

Do not confuse her burning love

With Hades imagery

For after her stern messaging

Green shoots sprout gingerly

Greco Roman men crossed her path

Built temples of design

Mamma Etna reminds us all

“You are a guest of mine”

MY journey starts in Sicily

Beneath her centuries base

Will love of travel now erupt

Or keep me in my place

MAMMA ETNA - SYNOPSIS

With the loss of my travel partner of 42 years, I wasn’t sure whether my passion for travel was laid to rest with him. Deep within my heart, I felt I owed it to his memory and myself to see if this was indeed the case.

So with this angst, I decided to embark on a year of various types of travel as a “solo traveler” in the hopes of finding the answer.