I am home, and home is beautiful.

I have spent much of this week recovering from jet lag, slowly unpacking, reintegrating myself into regular life, thinking about my routines and how I want to shape my time this fall. Admiring the last of the golden leaves and being grateful that they hung on long enough for me to see them.

I have also been thinking about how to unpack seven weeks worth of experiences. I am not sure where to begin, and so instead of putting off beginning, as I am often inclined to do, I am going to just start, with a single moment:

Ekklisia

this place
has been sacred
for millenia

temple
then church
the same stones
rearranged

the holiness
remains

in the air
in the ground

in the prayers
that linger
for centuries

Platsa, Greece
September 2014