Santorini

Of the islands I’ve visited, Santorini is definitely my favorite. All of it, from architecture-topped hills to the froth-tipped waves. I adore the whole range.

Up on mountains you truly walk against the sky.

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Originally named Thira, the island collapsed into a ring-like formation after a volcanic eruption in the 1500s, leading to its name change to Santorini-‘ring of fire.’ The locals erected many small churches at the base of the mountainous islands where they would pray frequently to their patron saints for protection, especially the fishermen, like the church of Saint Nicolas (below).

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There are two volcanoes, one dormant and one active, which only means that things are bubbling way beneath the earth and not predicted to erupt, according to the scientists, for another 1200 years. The last and most recent natural disaster was an earthquake in 1953 that toppled 60% of the houses. What bad luck. Which was probably the second reason why this island has the most expensive real estate property than anywhere in Greece.

In the town of Oia (pronounced Ee-yaa) you would have to pay roughly one million euros for 500 square feet of undeveloped land and it would cost you several million more to build because of the rocky terrain, which means everything needs to be done by hand, no machines.

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Unless you were originally Greek and from Santorini- then the government would give you a plot of land for free, imagine that.

Up high

Land being given away for free that one day nature will take back from you because the land, in the end, does not belong to any man to take or give.

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My uncontested favorite spot in Santorini is the new volcano hot springs, where your legs slip into soft sludge mud up to your knees in the shallow spots and where sulfur pours out in a mixture of hot water. It feels really really good after a long day’s swim and makes your skin feel as soft as a baby’s bottom.

Active Volcano Area

I just cant get over the beauty of el mar, el bahar, la mer, the Mediterranean sea that always calls to me…

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…and just for fun,
here is a little light house
on the edge of this end of the world 😉

Your light shines as beautiful as the Sun

Cheers

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Delinquent Blogger

Vacations, when you can wrangle one, are good for the soul. My days are full, like a full bodied Shafer wine. The Greek Islands are out of this world, and so are the beautiful Mediterranean waters.

I am sorry I have not been writing. I’m having too much fun living on a boat! I am lucky to have some good friends, sea lovers like myself, who never fail to invite me to join in on their ocean adventures.

Here are some beautiful pictures of Mykonos, I hope you enjoy them.

Cheers

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A Beautiful Lesson

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One day, I decided to google the name of my former blog and I stumbled across a link to a group of people who are on a similar path, more or less, that I am on.  I don’t want to call it a religion, because its not, it is more like a philosophy that recognizes everything as energy and that life is a journey of evolution of awareness.  I want to say shamanism, but not quite, and because I respect their privacy, I won’t say any more on who they are.

They say that when the student is ready the teacher will come, and I had set my intent to meet such people, so that I may grow and ask my endless questions.  If you were to ask these people who conduct these workshops and weekly chat sessions about me linking up with them, they would tell you that it was no accident, for I had called them to me, just as they had set out the intent that they were there and called me to them.

Anway.

My point being, last week, in the weekly group chat session, I learned this lesson: fear and anger are faces of the same coin.   We were discussing anger as a waste of energy and how to overcome our feelings of anger.  The suggestion was that when we feel anger towards someone that we can’t seem to resolve, we should try flipping the script and turning the coin over to look at the situation through fear instead of anger.  The logic is that because these two emotions go hand in hand, switching from fear to anger, or anger to fear, loosens the grip of one emotion and allows you to view your feelings in a more detached way.  You can then reassess the situation and bring it to closure.

I’ve been doing this all week.  When I had my car accident last year I became very angry with several people who were supposedly my friends, because I was seeing that they were not truly my friends.  Something happens to you when you almost die: it’s like a sudden moment of clarity o that allows you to see things as they truly are, without the lies that we tell ourselves on a regular basis.  I’d harbored my anger for way too long instead of just forgetting about them.  So I tried this exercise and looked at the situation through the lens of fear:  I saw that I was not really angry as much as I was afraid of the loss.  Because of seeing it this way, my loving nature was able to come into the situation and intervene and help me forgive them for their shortcomings and let go.

We all get angry and afraid, and these are the worst emotions we can feel, because they are false emotions and rob you of vital energy.  Take a look at angry and stressful people that you know; notice how tired and withered they look.  We are born with a set amount of energy, so why waste it?  Why not re-channel it into something productive and meaningful?

I just wanted to share this because of how effective it has been for me.

Cheers.

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Fail, indeed.

so much for one week of artists, more like one month of not writing. I have discovered that I am a cyclical writer, furiously spinning out poems and then stopping to twiddle my thumbs and watch the grass grow, dreaming my little dreams that eventually hatch into poems.

cheers

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#4 Other Artists: W.S Merwin

In the Shadow of Sirius

Merwin is a giant among poets.  Not only does he hit that high note, he shatters the glass ceiling.  For those poetry buffs like yours truly, you might already know that he is the recipient of the 2009 Pulitzer prize.  I read his latest volume of poetry In the Shadow of Sirius last April and with each poem my spirit wept and soared and remembered its greatness,  marveled at the simplicity of his words that inspired symphonies within me.  His poetry reaches into you and awakens you, like a wind stirring puppets into life.

I’m going to violate a copyright law again, because I can’t resist, and share this tidbit fromIn the Shadow of Sirius with you, I hope that you enjoy the poem as much as I do…

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From the Start

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Who did I think was listening

when I wrote down the words

in pencil at the beginning

words for singing

to music I did not know

and people I did not know

would read them and stand to sing them

already knowing them

while they sing they have no names

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Artists #3: “Only Acts of Poetical Terrorisme”

One artist I became infatuated with last summer was Jan Fabre. I stumbled across his work at the Louvre last summer and loved his art so much that it even inspired what I consider to be my best poem written to date.

A Belgian multidisciplinary artist, playwright, stage director, choreographer and designer to boot, Fabre’s conceptual art is both tantalizing and thought provoking.  It expresses the ailments of a post-modern society in such a thrilling way, his work is always changing mediums and modes of expression.  Purely dynamic and fun, I found myself wandering through the wing of the Louvre where they were holding an exhibition of Fabre’s work,  seeking out his art that was littered between various classical works, getting a thrill out of the juxtapositioning of the mediums of old and new.  In fact, the French have a panache for juxtaposing art from different centuries in such a startling fantastic way, take for instance the brilliant contrast between the Hellenic statues and the enormous spider (Louise Bourgeois’s “Maman”) around the Jardin Luxemborg (image below)…

Jardin Luxemborg

I digress…Back to Fabre….

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I particularly loved his ink pen sketches, one of the last mediums i worked with before I decided to focus on poetry for a while so I am particularly fond of them, such as this one- priceless sense of being jaded by too many pills, smoke, life, etc….and don’t I know too much about that state of mind =)

I particularly loved this theme created through the interplay of the following two pieces and what Fabre is trying to say.

1Initially this piece appears as a bomb (don’t you just love The Last Supper in the background?  Marvelous wicked sense of humor the French have, I’m telling you), if you look closely the ignition thread at the top is actually human vertebrae with a tuft of white hair……..

…Now look at the second piece…

2 The vertebrae has exploded into this enormous statue dominating the green sphere…and look at all that white lavish hair.  Love his blend of morbidity and sense of fun, his themes, his mediums….if the green lobe is earth, and the vertebrae above it as the fuse string to set it alight….what big monsters he portrays us humans to be, in our showy head dress, dominating everything.

I won’t say what I think about the following piece, I’ll let you figure this one out sans my interpretation…but it is a coffin gilded with green scarabs, with the head, tail and feathers of a preening peacock…sublime symbolism…Anthropology of a Planet Le Probleme

Titled Anthropology of a Planet Le Probleme”

For the next piece, entitled “My Body My Blood My Landscape” the medium Fabre uses is his own blood and semen.  Crazy, aye?  Creative!my body my blood my landscape

Apologies, my hand was shaky so this one came out a bit blurred, but still too good to not share.

Hope you enjoyed the little show, my darlings, and if you want more images of Fabre’s work let me know I will be happy to send them to you, I have images for at least 20 other pieces of his art.

I leave you with a final image of one of his pieces entitles “Moi, Revant” (Me, Dreaming).  It is a tack-studded statue at a table looking through a microscope.  Oh, how beautiful, as if he is studded and pricked by life, which he observes through a microscope, as most artists do. Ciao, Xx

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#2..Obama at ASU!

Okay, this is supposed to be seven posts of other artists and I’m posting about Barrak Obama?  This is a newsworthy awesome moment because he came to my hometown of Tempe AZ and gave the Commencement Speech for the 2009 graduates.  I just love this man!

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I’m never one to be star struck by celebrities, heads of state or anyone famous, but Obama has my serious respect.  I actually got off my ass and voted for him when I was still in recovery from an accident… back brace, leg cast, and overseas, I hobbled into that US Embassy with my grannie walker (make way for super cripple), that’s how much I wanted him to win.  Why?  Because he is a real person, highly intelligent, his core ethics are similar to mine, and he is an international bicultural hybrid like me.  Yes folks, I like him for purely personal reasons.  Not to mention that he is one of the most inspiring eloquent speakers of our times.

If you  want to read his commencement speech click here.

Cheers.

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Other Artists Week: #1 Paul Squires & Kiersty Boon

Well that was a long hiatus.  Two weeks!  It feels good to post again.

I thought I might give myself a theme this week and share some work by my favorite other artists, kick-starting it with books by none other than Kiersty Boon and Paul Squires, two of my favorite writers (and people) that I’ve had the pleasure of crossing paths with.

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I’ve had their books for a while now but haven’t had a chance to read them, but May is going to be all about leisure, which for me includes curling up like a cat with a good book and some good wine when I can.  Both poets and fiction writers, I’ve learned a thing or two by reading their poems and I so look forward to reading their fiction.

I haven’t taken a peep inside Boon’s Walking on Chalk yet (though I know I’m going to love it) but I’ve begun reading The Puzzle Box by Squires and I can tell you this much: there is a reason why it is called The Puzzle Box, the craft and basic strategy of the book is like nothing I’ve ever seen, and quite brilliant, I am reminded of Squire’s saying time is not linear.

Cheers

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