in the middle of the olive harvest
done as the people of this land have been doing for thousands of years
(image from here)
I am leaving, to play for Gilgamesh and to tell the story of Odysseus in Amsterdam..this little guy, named Argos, will be waiting for my return, keeping Luka and telemaco company. when he grows up he will look more like a lion than a lamb..he is a greek sheepdog, now little soul, psychoula, as we say
the country may be falling to pieces, or not, but these dreamers are reading our founding tale aloud in the streets of Athens, to comfort, to dream, to find a way, to not be silent, to continue
4 comments:
I remember the olive harvest.... safe and inspiring journeys. Pup looks cute and gangly! Holding the healing dream here, too, think we all need to.
I can't think of a better way to dream, and build a new future, than by telling the oldest of tales. When you have thousands of years of story behind you, how can the current problems be seen as anything more than a temporary challenge that will be met and overcome...just like all the ones that came before.
(I've been following your lovely blog for a little while, but I think this is the first time I've commented!)
tell it.
reading, telling the story, how beautiful that this is happening.
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