- THROUGH THE EYES OF THE FRAMED DESTINY

Through the eyes of the framed destiny the memory of that morning in the island
allows the gates of the story to open again -

The bedroom was white with wooden furniture. Not the typical Grecian room of the islands. More like a playroom somewhere in Africa. Beige shoes made of cotton and suede rhythmically placed one next to the other in front of the couch. The view from the desk was overlooking the cliffs and the open rough sea of God Poseidon.


-Garia August
Mykonos Island
June 21, 2004

-THE LAST MORNING WITH PETER PAN. THE DECISION

She woke up earlier than him.
He was still sleeping under the mosquito net.
Walked outside at the porch and looked from the window the sea.
There were three windsurfers windsurfing at a great speed.
The sea was wavy. Poseidon’s Sea.

Windsurfers (Water Warriors) – Girl (Naked) – Peter Pan (Sleeping)
The girl turned the head towards the room and looked at the man.
She looked carefully.
His body was old, wounded all over.
That morning all the wounds were open.
She could see well that this man will use her love and warmth
to close the wounds and then sell it in some street market in Africa. Same exact way another man before him had used her love and sold it to a Gypsy one night of the red moon. No more time to be wasted.

She looked again at the windsurfers and felt their power, their strength,their determination to fight hard in the battle with the waves, but also their patience till
they reach the peak of the ride and turn (botza) to return back to the shore winners, fulfilled of the journey at the open sea.
They are ALIVE. STRONG. THEY ARE PATIENTLY DRIVEN.
That was the moment she knew that the Gods had finally spoken her destiny.
That was the moment she decided that she is leaving Greece.
She is leaving the ISLANDS.
She will find a new island.

The Muse approached and whispered,
you either do it now or you shall never be allowed again to escape.

The nymph shouted from the shore,
you have to go after your most sacred dreams and find a life path like those sea warriors. If you don’t do it now you will never get the courage again.

LEAVE NOW. THE GODS ARE WITH YOU.

And then, sea horses made of wavy sea foam appeared and covered her naked body with water crystals. Aspida zwis.

The sea horse the oldest of the eleven announced:
GO MARIA. RUN. RUN FAR AWAY. DO NOT FEAR.
RUN LIKE A SEA WARRIOR.
FIND YOUR BOAT.
START THE JOURNEY ;
THE JOURNEY THAT THEY ALL THOUGHT HAS ENDED UPON ODYSSEUS RETURN TO ITHACA IS NOW IN YOUR HANDS

BUT YOU SHALL NOT RETURN FOR YOU WILL NEVER FIND THE FINAL PORT.
THE SEA WILL ALWAYS GUIDE YOU TO NEW STORIES.
BOARD THE JOURNEY NOW -

- Maria Garozi