13 October 2013 ~ On the road to Athens via Doha- The first leg
my journey has begun
I take to the air
to spread my wings
to sail the seas
and find my fins…
Morning light breaks over Mumbai and Karachi. Mulling over Muscat and Shiraz. Exotic locales, tastes and flavours, smells and sounds surround me and then Greek voices fill my ears, head and heart in white, dustless alien outposts with sheik males and velied faces with slits looking out, voices that feel like home. They carry me home on the plane as the Greeks all around me walk around the plane chatting as if they were in a local cafe or town square. Whispers of Greek singing me back into existence, into my Greekness.
Descending into Athens like a bird coming home to roost I sighed and *made* my cross to give thanks for a blessed safe arrival. Immediately we headed off on an open air bus tour of the city taking in the ancient majesty on a balmy, breezy afternoon. So many alleyways, tourist shops, dead ends, deserted businesses, lost dreams, defiant graffitti ZITO I ELLAS – “Long live Greece!” but not lost hope. Clinging on despite the debri, despite the hardship are a tenacious people, an eternal culture, a proud arrogant, defiant attitude that is evident on every face.
sirocco breezes blow through me
memories of ancient lives lived fill me
with an ache for all that’s lost
taking me back to who I am
Exploring the ancient part of Athens Plaka and its maze of cobblestoned labyrinthe paths was a delight. Ancient remnants of temples blended in with modern Greek life and the bustle of the the tourist business. I felt at home immediately and conversed with the locals easily, naturally. My blocked up Greek flowed freely as I connected with my homeland, my people, my myth and myself once again.
Magnificent, Olympian columns reach up to the heavens
so stately, so palatial
The Temple of Zeus
pierces the cerulean sky
with such statuesque beauty, such dignity
that I stand mutely miniscule before these
monumental columns and feel a shiver of myth, of majesty and magic.