Greece is best known to most British people for its islands and Athens for the Parthenon. Many off us learned a little about Ancient Greece at school, and the wonderful stories of Gods and Goddesses, heroines and heros. Homer’s books The Iliad and The Odyssey tell of some truly formidable women – the loyal Penelope and the weaving, singing nymph Calypso.
The country of Greece is all spread out, sharing the Aegean Sea with Turkey, and the Mediterranean with Italy.
I flew to Thessaloniki, was met by B and taken north around the coast to the small village of Proskynites which means, can you believe it, A Pilgrim.
I met B in Ireland a month and a half ago through a fellow Shiatsu practitioner. He is German and works with young people whose lives are chaotic and needing some order and care. He doesn’t walk the Spanish caminos with them but supports them in his home, encouraging positive communication and providing clear boundaries to engender trust in preparation for starting a new life somewhere.
Three weeks later he asked me to look after his Greek home with its horses, dogs, cats and chickens for a couple of weeks, although circumstances later changed meaning that I was actually there with A, his wife, helping with the tasks and giving Shiatsu.
It is said that Persephone ‘naughtily’ ate six pomegranate seeds when in Hades (the subterranean land of the dead) and so was only released above ground for 6 months of the year, giving rise to the Ancient Greek explanation for the differing fertility of the seasons: half the year being fecund and the other half latent.
The wonderful colours of the market produce, Xilagani, Greece.
I visited Komotini, a half hour’s drive away, the nearest town, and the next door village of Xilagani which has a weekly market. I took a bus trup to Alexandroupolis to meet Shiatsu practitioner Panayiota who came all the way from Athens to meet me and with whom I spent a fascinating day.