Ψυχοσαββατο − Soul Saturday
I wait for my mother and her sister outside church. They go to every ψυχοσαββατο. To commemorate our dead. The night before, Mum prepares κολυβα a mix of boiled wheat, bread crumbs, walnuts, sesame seeds and sultanas covered by a layer of icing sugar and decorated with slivered almonds, puts the προσφορο she has bought from the bakery next to her bag so as not to forget it and writes a list of the dead.
The Meaning of Myths
The soul of man possesses the capabilities to recognise and respond to truth that the myth carries, even before the mind grasped and analyse it. Most of us have been touched with this type of phenomena in the past and especially in our youth, before our minds and souls have been wounded and cobbled by dogmatism and wrong education. Soul responds sensitively to truth and its poetical beauty that encompasses the myth –and which has been lost through countless incarnations. Here, we see clearly the Socratic theory that our soul pre-existed and that all knowledge is nothing more than αναθύμισης=anathimisis= recollections from the past.
First published in Kairos Catholic Journal 2008
I Held History In My Hand
Tesserae. Adamantine Rock. A Gift. Freeform fragment from the birth place of Artemis. My touching a 3000 B.C. surface gives an earth perfumed energy to my soul. Put next to my cheek the temperature of time gone makes me travel to a sacred land. In my minds eye, I see […]
I came from the outside world, Entered your world, for one brief moment Felt the impact of your glance, your smile; Knew for that moment in time there was you and me only, Acceptance was felt, two souls reaching. I went away, thought of you in the dark hours of […]