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Hibiscus
Before and After The first thing I do every morning is go out on the terrace to look at the plants. It gives me a buzz. This morning there was a closed hibiscus that, abracadabra, right before my eyes opened … Continue reading
Posted in Ecofeminism, Health & Healing, Lifestyle, Paros, Plants & Gardening
Tagged container garden, hibiscus flower, hibiscus tea, La Sussurrata, Paros
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Sunrise or Sunset
Often I post links on FB to the articles I publish here. If I’m lucky, I’ll get 20 likes. If I’m lucky. So, if ever I feel “liked” deprived, all I have to do is post a photo of Volver, … Continue reading
Posted in Lifestyle, Paros
Tagged Carlos Castaneda, Don Juan, old age, Paros, perception, sunrise, sunset, twilight, Volver the cat
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Gaudy Gods
In the Archeological Museum of Paros, there is a statue of Artemis from her sanctuary at the Parian Delion. It’s dated 360 BC and was discovered in 1899. And, like most all of the Greek statues I’ve seen, it’s white. … Continue reading
Posted in Beauty, Drawings & Paintings, Paros, THE DIARY OF LUZ CORRAZZINI
Tagged Archaeology of Paros, Artemis, Blank Athena, Parian Diary, Parian marble, Paros, statues, white
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Apricots and Amaretto
Apricot season has begun and my neighbor’s tree is full of fruit. We save the seeds so we can crack them open for the kernels that we then crush and add to sugar cookie dough. The famous Italian amaretto liquer … Continue reading
Critique Sheet #3
Identification of the Moment: Parian Coast, looking west, May 2017 Description: a digital foto taken of the horizon line as seen from the offing of Parikia. Analysis: there are clouds and waves but the foto is dominated by the horizon … Continue reading
Posted in Paros, THE DIARY OF LUZ CORRAZZINI
Tagged critique sheet, horizon, horizon line, linear perspective, Nietsche, Paros, perspective
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Antiparos, Cyclades
The sky follows me where I go. . .
A Walk by the Sea, Paros
In my suitcase, I’d also packed many good intentions. Somehow, my luggage was lost once I saw the sea. It will be a struggle to free myself from this distraction. Should I resist? . .
