Sun spears and merheathers ...

I am a salty sun kissed to death little girl this afternoon. I finally remembered to bring my goggles to the beach and spent a good hour playing in the water like a little child. Diving down into the little fish and the spears of sunshine being thrown to the sand floor of the world. With the crackle of the sea I closed my eyes and felt as though my body was spinning as the sun warmed me in my sea-bath.
We spent yesterday in the car fearing for our lives as my brave sister drove us through the mountain roads of Naxos. By the end of our time in the car it became a very real joke that we could not find one thing that we wanted to ... but as life always does when you open your heart up to it we found many other beauties and adventures. We stumbled accross a small town with a family pottery workshop and store ... Momma was manning shop and she was very sweet with her braid curled around the crown of her head that came to my waist. She was very patient and kind and gave hugs as she sent us to the town olive oil press. We saw temples and churches, amazing sea and mountain views from the tops of mountains. It was wonderful and the girls indulged my passion for sunsets and sat with me on the side of the road for a good half an hour watching the the sky put on its "red skirt" (a description from the book I am reading Field of Red Flowers). We squished onto our little patio for a dinner of tzatziki, feta, tomato, pita and white wine. With full bellies and a peaceful heart kylie and I explored the old town at the top of the hill. There seemed to be music seeping out of every white crack you passed. We saw some traditional musicians playing a goat skin and stumbled across a violinist playing some of the most painfully beautiful music I have heard since I have been here in the basement of the Venetian museum. They had a door open on the main floor and I could just see her framed by the staircase, lightly lite, playing with her heart open and eyes closed. I leaned up against the door frame, closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment.
Greece has been really special for me. It was where I wanted to go most after my last trip. There is something very powerful about finding yourself living a dream. It makes you want to dream all the more, and to not limit your dreams in any way.
We are going out for a nice dinner tonight in the old town on the hill overlooking the port and hope to get the sunset from up there. Then to a concert in the Venetian museum that sounds so wonderful. Maybe chocolate crepes, maybe ice cream ... the possibilities are endless before me.
Oh yeah I have been having some very painful and powerful dreams about Mike since I got to Greece. They have actually been very healing as I find myself answering questions that I have been scared to ask that lay deep in my soul. Once again traveling has found a way to move my heart and soul to openess that heals.
How lucky I am to have found this truth for me so young. How lucky I am to be here on a little island in Greece. So very very lucky and so very thankful for what I have.
Hmmmm ... much love .