Finding Our Way

Ancient Thera, Modern Teacher

The wind working its

way through ancient

cracks and ill-fitting doors pestered

me all night.

Now it is morning and

nothing has settled down the

wind refuses to clear a space

for contemplation. This is stormy

country, lost to fire and sea, buried by meters and

meters of hard pumice rain and heavy boulders,

the volcano falling into its

fiery heart and sea blazing in to fill the steaming

crater that once was island.

Gorgeous culture ended here.

Island home to painters who knew

no restraint who took ceremonial rooms and

made them come alive with color and

form bound by no convention

strong joyful brush strokes bringing

life to barren walls on barren

land their homes painted still today

reminding us of times when

dolphins ...