As I pondered the relationship and the difference between pebbles and sand I realised eventually, that sand is sand largely because of the kind of stone it comes from, and …
That feeling when you wake up and it’s your birthday and the sun is shining. I wasn’t sure how it would be to have a birthday away from home, friends …
Well, the rollocking Red Mary finally found her way through. I think the spirit of the pirate Barbarossa remained after sitting in the grounds of that fortress. Here’s a song …
Soft, cool morning sun in Chaniá. No cats about yet. I climb the steps to pick some basil for my morning salad. I realize then I’m on the western wall. …
While I wrangle with Red Mary, I pulled together a couple of other pieces from the pebble, stone and sand series that I’m writing. This one calls to mind the …
Everyone is smiling it seems. Sunday morning, end of season at the Venetian Harbour in Chaniá. Restaurants and tavernas line the stone wall and cobbled walkway. Touting for custom, quietly, …
More thoughts of wind and stone and sea as I wander through lanes and these old stone walls and see the the port. More stone, holding back the ocean. Stone …
After saying goodbye to Mania and her beautiful space, Aris drove me to the bus station. As we climbed into the mountains I saw again that the Cretan earth has …
Today, following themes of grit and gumption, necessary strings on every woman’s wiley bow, I found myself remembering Penelope, the wife of Odysseus. While not all modern women think that …
