Somber mornings, built in longings, and the sea awaits. Crossings, passages, journeys of time, sublime aromas of a land that is my sacred place. Intoxicating smells of the past coming back to me at last. Long lost destiny starts with just one step, but I’ve been walking for miles and miles and I’m growing tired.
What do you do for yourself they ask. I have a task, herculean at best. There is no rest for my body tonight.
Frightful faces look at me as I smile, they must not have seen joy in a while. Staring in disbelief that someone can break the spell of misery, it’s not a mystery. Listen to my liturgy. Amen
Strange men pause their eyes one me.
Breaking the sanctity of my solidarity.
What the fuck are you looking at…My tongue gets caught in a reaction but I bite it hard.
I close my joy in a box to share with those who give it back.
It’s a rarity in these strange times. To find the sublime in the ordinary and mundane.
The rain keeps falling on the streets of familiarity, my old haunts. They fault me, chase me away.
Yet I return changed.
Memories streaming like the rivers formed by the first fall rain.
Athena is washed clean after a summer of debauchery and tourist delights.
They will soon go as they always do, to leave our land for us to clean up.
Fast forward to a quiet space. Against the race of time. It’s all mine now, this moment. Atonement for my sins. Quietly knocking down my resignation to this abomination this greed. I plant the seed to a new life, walking away from the past like a lion roaming the earth in search for a place to call home.
And then… silence awaits.
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Purity. Why so Rare? Precious. Précise. Moving in so many ways.
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Thank you dearest 🙂
Eleana, Is it possible to return from our ventures abroad [for you many times “Home”] unaffected, unmoved or changed, even in slight ways, from our adventures, experiences or interactions, no matter how minimal, with the people we meet? For me no, it is not possible. My numerous experiences to other countries have opened me up to so many things that continuously impact my life and always my art. For me, I see this continuously in your writing and your photos. It is clear that you are always affected by your experiences and that is one of the wonderful and enlightening aspects of travel!
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I completely agree ! I’ve always come back, returned and found changes within me that make it possible to see the world as a traveler.