axladitsa's playlight

Silently stepping through Axladitsa’s path to the sea
Breathing and revealing, stopping to see,
to be

We look up
and see the delicate play of light on the tops of a forest of olive trees

Nature’s gift to us


Play, she says, twinkling a sunlight invitation
Play with me, see my light, my joy, be in it, sit here by the Agean
toes and skin touching the warm grain of my sands, swim in my healing waters, cold and sharp, awakening you, enveloping you in my embrace
And bring these gifts to each other
Embrace each other’s Light
Love it out of the darkness, peel out your sadnesses
Feel me in you
Swimming and rocking and playing
Let me help you touch your deepest and darkest, let me in so I can touch it lightly,
gently as this delicate purple flower, sturdy by the path,
mixing with the sweetness of sage, the lavender scent of lilac,
green peas ready to harvest, raw

we are opening to you
offering you everything
take what you need, gratefully, willingly
it is all here for you,
it is all already here
help each other to see it
soak me in to your pores, your blood and lungs,
this clean air I make every moment is for all of us,
always
and the quiet of this patch of tall soft grasses is eternal,
this quiet is in you
so be here, be with yourself and know that I am always here with you
in you
I am you
and we walk the same path of delicate purple flowers, fiercely,
love and light in every step

the (he)art of hosting, greece

agean metamorphoses

Healer heal thyself
What is this sharp soreness that lines the inside of my throat?
Dare I dream my dream, speak my secrets
The artist lays herself bare,
She is naked to herself, naked to the world
Risking everything, her bravery is vulnerable
Her vulnerability, brave

The water has called me twice now, this year
Neptune in my orbit
Dissolving the old ideas and structures, these ideas of my Self and how I move through this world into my fullness
The Indian ocean rocked me, lulled me and loved me back into my body
The Agean lifted me into lightness and ease and let me be in my wisdom and inspiration
And each waterway brought me companions who asked only me of me
Who saw me in that moment, wanting the me that I am
Not who I have been or want to be
And they needed only that which I could give
gifts of generosity, the mirror into each others lives and souls
The ocean and the moon, masculine and feminine in tandem
Our rhythms find each other, we move together
Heaving, breathing, floating
Healing