One thing I know:
I haven’t seen Kosmos in a couple of days
One thing I don’t:
how long a day lasts
One question I have:
what is the policy surrounding adopting a stray Greek dog from the mountains of Papingo and taking him home with me?
I’ve learned how to tell time by how much sunlight is swimming in the square in Megalo, the tree leaf shadows dancing on the backs of outofbreath artists, burnt and beautiful. Time moves differently here. I’m not sure I trust it anymore, at least not on a face of a clock now that I’ve taken a peek behind it’s ticktock three handed mask. For the past 29 days I’ve been measuring my life in
encouraging shoulder squeezes
dance breaks on the way to peaks
and coffee clinks after morning wishes
fresh air and cold mountain water making my skin sing under a blue moon
the smell of sweet mint and mountain tea
kalimera smiles even on rushed mornings when I have to remember to breathe deep, skipping down and up the stones of both shortcuts because my alarm clock wasn’t convincing enough and the rooster outside likes easy mornings as well.
There’s something about being confronted by the sublime on a daily basis that continues to crack open parts of me that I didn’t even know were locked. Whether it’s the Titans, or the Gorge, the dusty arm of the galaxy, or the constellation of bug bites on my skin, the clouds floating below my feet, the sun sinking behind the peaks, or being caught in the cold cloud cries of the mountainside, leaving me soaked from head to toe with half a hill still left to climb. It’s all sublime. I hadn’t really heard thunder before the other night when it echoed through stone and grass, shook the floor, vibrated through my core, up my spine, and out of my hands. This place has a way of reminding you to live. Or rather, that you’re already alive.
One thing I’m grateful for:
From the company, to the ensemble, to the people of Papingo, I’m lucky to have been let into the back pockets of these people. Generous is an understatement when it comes to the respect, compassion, companionship, and challenges they give to me on a daily basis. For that, I am eternally grateful. Be bold. Even if that means going to bed.
One thing I want you to know:
it’s not easy to grow
but maybe you’ll find your red thread