The Natural Healing of El Tamaduste

The last two weeks I have experienced something I never had the opportunity before, and if you know a little about the Filipino culture you will understand what a giant step I have taken. My husband and I are now visiting El Tamaduste, a small village by a natural pool northeast on the rocky lava coast of El Hierro.

The air and water is clean and a deep and a soft silence gives life a dimension of the infinite; just like the magnificent starry sky here due to no light pollution.  I was raised in a chaos of people, noise, pollution and hard toil, and to be in the absolute opposite end of the scale is mind-blowing.

I could not have managed it alone, but guided by my husband’s experience, I can live a life that heals both of us. I have been with asthma since I was a kid and Eldar contracted a chronic sore throat in Davao as a result of allergy and pollution.  This is the main reason why we left the Philippines. We have been on a trip to Norway. We have lived six months in La Herradura on the mainland and my husband’s chronic sore throat reduced to irritation, but it was still annoying. So now we are here on a small volcanic island on the edge of Europe. Our hope is that he will be healed while we are here and he is already feeling better.

The cold that comes with the wind and the mist is a challenge for me. There is no heating in the houses here and sometimes I feel a little miserable. But the sun is never far away and I’m feeling stronger and healthier than ever.

Life is strange; a sore throat has taken me far, far from home. I’m learning a new language and exploring magnificent surroundings.

Here are some photos of El Tamaduste:

El Tamaduste

El Tamaduste

 

A very silent place except for the summer months

A very silent place except for the summer months

 

The little village is expanding unto the lava area

The little village is expanding into the lava

 

A path to coastal scenery

A path to coastal scenery

 

An early morning walk

An early morning walk

 

My husband in action

My husband in action

 

On my way to Roque de las Gaviotas, a rock in the sea with seagulls

On my way to Roque de las Gaviotas, a rock in the sea with seagulls

 

A place for reflection

A place for reflection

 

Returning home...

Returning home…

 

A new day...

A new day…

 

...with more silence.

…with more silence.

 

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