I drove back from Nicosia on Sunday evening and sat on a rock. In an endless blue-black sky, sovereign clouds were being illumined by a full moon. ἡ μεγάλη θάλασσα is reflecting the milky light, Νηρηΐδες massage my lonesomeness, small waves are lapping the shore. Four full moons prior I gazed up into the same sky, bemoaning that in two hours I'd be on a plane bound for England.
The day after I arrived back, I caught a cold swimming in a gruff, seaweed smelling sea. The English channel does have a rough charm - the sad little pebbles, the whiffs of vinegary fish and chips, the grey overcast sky. Yet despite such charm, my heart seemed to be elsewhere (how to make the heart not be elsewhere?). So four synodic months later I am here, sniffing a little from pet allergy, listening to birds chirping and a distant dog barking.
Over the weekend I breathed in fresh Troodos forest air. In the time it's taken you to read this around 200 human bodies on planet earth will have passed through a vagina and taken their first breath. Since I took my first breath and the many following, these forest breaths were particularly pleasing. I do hope all those little lungs being born get to live in unpolluted air, and realise without trees our lungs are as much use as the rock I sat on.
In the evening I find myself sitting in a bar, an outside heater above and a mulled wine in my hand. One of the waitresses had a jazzy πολύχρωμα 80's shirt tucked into some shiny black leather trousers and a bobish haircut. I wondered what she looked like without a mask.
I've tasted many sweet fruits of this island already, sunsets, fish mezes, halloumi pies, Cypriot coffee, forests, sea, smiling brown eyes. There is however the bitterness of the divided state of the country to explore. It is comforting to note, that, as far as I'm aware, nothing that exists is immune to change. I therefore believe it is useful to hold a deep vision that the change that is constantly occurring lead, not only on Cyprus, but every divided state, into harmonious union. Not only is everything in the world always and always will be changing, but everything of who we are is. I therefore hold a deep vision that the divided states of our minds and hearts reach towards harmonious union.
Perhaps the trees laugh sorrowfully at my visions, with touches of aggravation. They finish up their laughing and gaze down saying - "does the rain strive to fall from clouds? Do we have to envision being in harmony with the rain, the earth and the sky? Primitive human, there is no reaching for harmony".
