Homesick

What I miss most from home is the fresh and humid essence of the nights. The full breath of blossomed jasmine and sea-salt in the air... 

I imagine myself walking down with friends this moist road with gardens over-flooded by jasmine on the one side, and the sea on the other side, blue and wild reflecting (with) the moon...

In the day she has taken in her embrace many of us in...

Everyday, she teach us to be weightless, to flow, to trust. 

Now is the time for her to rest. To wash away signs of intrusion. To become a virgin goddess once again. The moon enlightens her way to this. Like an unfolding whisper from woman to woman.


We are now reaching the tsipouradiko. We will meet more loved faces there. Laughter and warmth will come to us in abundance. Chats and chants will widen mind and heart until all the veils have fallen and we meet again in the same embrace.

This is our time for vine-philosophies, mezedes and wine. 

Spirit, Flesh and Blood are the teachers of the knights of flying and grounding. 

This is our time for illumination. 

We will be free 

by nature...