The breezes are warm, filled with the smell of warming earth I noticed a small crocus poking its head from its slumber in the earth Soon it’s soft purple face will open to drink in the sun The hard ground softens The days grow longer The grey of winter is being dyed pale green as the trees begin to bud The air fills with the sounds of the small birds that have so much to sing about I lie in the grass Gazing at the endless sky I melt into my gaze And then… Into the very ground that supports me We are ONE I feel the spirit of the mother course through my veins She beats in my heart My breathe becomes the wind itself A sense of being Of existing Of love We are ONE
The immense energy builds The water retreats from the beach leaving a shimmering ripple on the sand The wave pulls up Up and up building up a frothy top Gravity takes control and the wave crashes A thunderous clap as the top of the immense wave hits the calm water below It rolls slowly to the shore loosing its energy as it passes over the sand The calm and stillness take over A lone surfer paddles out and meets this energy Riding its strength and power
The sky beyond the waves is vast and encompassing I stare into it with a deep inhalation As I release I am pulled into the vastness of the deep blue I enter the energy and light As finite as the line between sea and sky is I transcend into the oneness of it all The breeze blows across my skin…hot with sun My toes bury deep in the sand I am connected earth, sky and water I am the link between them all I breathe again and slowly pull my conscious back to this moment I can feel the interconnectedness of it all and I am one with it all and at peace Johnna
Here I am again, sitting here turning my wildest dreams into a reality on a black sand beach on the Mediterranean Sea. The warm waters and calm surf are perfect for bobbing and swimming. This island is so MUCH better than anyplace we’ve been so far this year.
The people are genuinely friendly. English is commonly spoken as well as Turkish and Greek. Americans are few and far between maybe because so many of us live in the bubble of propaganda and have never taken a chance to travel. Like really travel. We were afraid too.
Up until a month ago, while visiting Montenegro, I had never considered Cyprus, but more proper, The Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus or TRNC. Now we’ve bought a garden apartment with a walk-out pool in a complex that will terrace its way up the hill in typical domino stacks of bright white buildings spilling into the sea.
It’s somewhat like Portugal’s Algarve coast, Croatia or Montenegro’s coastline but without the crowds. It’s a beautiful vista backset against the verdant green slopes of the mountains rising up from the sea. Albeit with much less of a dramatic gain in heights and angle.
This is a burgeoning area bringing itself and its people together to make a future. It’s easy going and pretty laid back. Food is incredible, even though french fries is a food group here. There is a good solid infrastructure and new hospitals. There’s an International University here, at least one I know of. We have actually used the medical system here twice this month.
Gas, food and lodging are pretty low priced and of excellent quality. Wine and beer are cheaper than a bottle of water here. Even the WiFi is incredibly fast. Cost of living is cheap and the Island checks off most of our boxes for a possible home base or investment for the future. One other plus, compared to the EU, people here tend to smoke less.
So back to the beach…the one thing the US has on every beach in the world we’ve been to is the desire to keep the country clean. Beaches, parking lots, natural environments. I love to look for beach glass, stones and trinkets. Seems no matter where I go I can pick up a half melted price of hard plastic waste that looks like a stone. There’s bits and pieces of various plastics and cans and a mountain of cigarette butts. And still, it’s too bad that this is “not too bad.”
The sun is warm today, we’ve had two days of rain, wind and heavy surf and the sea is calm and inviting. The warm water surrounds you in a warm watery blanket. Bobbing up and down like a bottle on the sea with a secret letter inside. Cares just drift away as the rhythm of the waves take over all sound. You melt into the calm.
The definitive line between horizon and sky is more like the edge of a mirror, reflecting sea onto sky. A few ghostly clouds from the storms, hang far-off on the horizon. The sea claps again breaking my stare.
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