Find a sunny spot and drink Chai Tea
Watch the white caps dance across the Agaean
Practice your Dancer’s Pose on a stonewall
Let the sound of the wind lullaby you to sleep and wake you up again
Don’t regret the walk you didn’t take or the souvenirs you didn’t buy for they can wait for tomorrow
Just look at that Bougainvillea dancing up that stone wall
Breathe in gratitude
Breathe out regret.
In a murderous time
the heart breaks and breaks
and lives by breaking.
It is necessary to go
through dark and deeper dark
and not to turn.
I walked home in darkness surrounded by new friends, laughter and the sound of startled goats.
Their bells clanged as they ran up the hill like apparitions in the moonlight.
The path that had been long and unfamiliar just a day before now familiar even in darkness.
There is a lesson there somewhere.
Is the lesson about goats or friends or the tiny beams of shared light that illuminated the path?