Leaves on our terrace

terrace, Parikiaour terrace as seen from Niki’s Pension

As Ungaretti would say, “here we are like leaves on trees in autumn” (si sta come d’autunno sugli alberi, le foglie). Our terrace, now cluttered by leaves that have fallen, reminds me that change is inevitable. Why is it that this impermanence makes me melancholy?

One of my favorite places in the Whole Wide World is our terrace here on Paros. I like to go there first thing in the morning with my coffee and our cat, Volver. Sometimes I take a book or hand sewing hoping to be productive . But, more often than not, I just sit there and absorb the atmosphere as if my body were a giant sponge soaking in plant vibrations.

Everything that exists vibrates. But not everything vibrates with the same frequency. Some frequencies are good for us, others bad. The vibration of plants is so good for us that it’s often used as a means of healing.

Since prehistoric times, plants have been used to cure people. But plants not only cure the body, they can cure the mind as well.

For example, plant scent has been used for centuries to cure mind and emotion. Ancient Greeks wore rose garlands as a remedy for headaches. And rosemary to strengthen memory.

In 1798, Dr. Benjamin Rush documented how working with plants helps improve the conditions of the mentally ill. He called it horticulture therapy. And today many hospitals and prisons have gardens for the purpose of recuperating what has been lost in terms of both physical and psychological health.

So, even if I sit on my terrace and apparently do nothing, I am practicing eco-therapy, biophilia, and eco-psychology!

No wonder my terrace makes me feel so good!

I’ve already written about our terrace HERE.

Volver on the terrace

Volver on the terrace

Related books I hope to read soon: The Earth Has a Soul: C.G. Jung on Nature, Technology & Modern Life + Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children From Nature-Deficit Disorder + The Voice of the Earth: An Exploration of Ecopsychology + Nature and the Human Soul: Cultivating Wholeness and Community in a Fragmented World + Ecotherapy: Healing with Nature in Mind

Related links: Sheriff donates produce from jail farm + The Garden Project

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my wine box purse

My neighbors and I have a habit of giving our unconsumed food to one another when we leave. This year, when Rita left, she gave me onions and garlic and butter as well as her wine in a box.  After we finished the wine, I decided to use the box for a purse.

First I papier-mached the inside with flyers from the grocery store then covered the outside with fused plastic bags.  Some hand and machine stitching was needed for aesthetics and pragmatics.  The handle is made from crocheted shopping bags.

The name of this purse is Del Cecco as some Del Cecco pasta packaging somehow creeped in.  Thanks to my consumption of wine and pasta, I was able to make this purse!

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Preparing for departure

Kalo Mina!

Our Parian stay has come to its yearly end.  Balcony curtains, throws for the terrace sofas, hanging baskets have all been removed.  Last minute repairs, plant pruning and superficial cleanup are almost done. Our summer home is heading towards hybernation.

Transitions are difficult for me.  They make me feel like I’m in apnea and I hold by breath while living in between Here & There.

spring, paros

Spring 2014

fall, Paros

Fall 2014

On my Wish List of “Things I Would Like to Learn” is, in the top 10,  that of learning how to affront transitions with elegance and style and, above all, tranquility.  Which means learning to be more flexible from within.  And detached.

Will I ever learn?

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Broken.

broken flowers

My computer,s hard disc bit the dust….so time out for awhile.

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The Red Towel

Day 31

The Red Towel, Paros

When I finally arrive on the beach of Krios and find, with luck, a bit of shade under a tamarisk, the first thing I do is lay down my towel. Beach towels are like territorial flags and say “this space is taken”. They indicate a line of demarcation, a boundary.

Today I have reached a boundary—the limit in terms of these 31 days dedicated to daily posts regarding my walks to Krios.

I began this series as a reflection on walking as a spiritual practice. But the reflection today is: just what is meant by spiritual? Spirituality has so many definitions that it has none. So I’ve given it one of my own: spirituality is the contemplation of what gives meaning to life.

While walking to Livadia today, I asked Pierluigi if, in his readings, he’d come across anything of interest regarding spirituality. So he began talking to me about anima mundi–the belief that everything that exists is connected by a world soul.

Paros

But my walks are not about the world, they’re about me. Because there’s a territorial domain inherent in my spirituality–it belongs to me and no one else.  Religion is a different story.  It aims to transform multiple needs in to a single creed. Maybe we can’t be sure that God exists but a need for God undoubtedly does.

Several people have contacted me expressing their interest in the idea of walking as a means of re-connecting with the self.  So, if anyone reading this is would like to write a piece for my blog about walks, I would be thrilled to post it. You can contact me at korzekwa at gmail dot com.

Thanks for keeping me company!

By the way, I will be taking a short break from blogging.

My mantra for today comes from Grateful Dead’s “Truckin’”.

 

Keep On Trucking. OM. Trucking. Trucking. Keep On Trucking.

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