Category: Memories

River Mine and Yours

Lazy, tired, easy water

Slow green color

Slowly moving

Past me

I become

A leaf or a branch

That is hanging just within reach

Of lapping murmuring water

That now

And

Again

Quenches my thirsty surface…

Drops

Fall back

Into the

River

Only to be lightly splashed

Back

Onto a welcoming me

Longing to have such

Light spray

On

My

Parched

Soul…

Floating Sands

Floating sands of time

Slowly sinking to settle

Forever, never to return

Resting at the bottom

of my river bed

Slowly, waters of time

Flow over the residue

of my life

Causing me to reflect

On what just passed by

My life floats by me,

And I need to hold on

To something

But who can

Hold on to flowing waters

Floating sands

Warm West Indian Night

I go back in the past

And open the window

And let in a hot sweet West Indian night

I take a handful of air

And cover my face

And feel so good, so fresh –

Lemon and jasmine

It must be with a touch

Just a touch of longing

For sweet frangipani

of my tired soul

Just a bit more,

I reach out into

The dark night of my soul

And take another handful

Before I open my eyes

And

Close the window

To the warm West Indian night

Excerpt from my article “Immigrant Lebanese”

I know from the beginning of time all peoples migrate – short distance or long distance – looking for something other than what they have, hoping for a better existence. To begin with Phoenicians were cut out for migration, being sailors and merchants, this was a given. They’re natural risk takers, sailing sometimes into total unknown. Life taking them up and down like the waves under their boats but as usual they continue through the ups and the downs. I guess this life appealed to them more than just stagnation….

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Going back to the room I had a sandwich, and juice and watched T.V.

I try to relish every moment of my life as time is precious. So I swam went up to eat and rest and get some T.V. entertainment, then, time for a walk. I can tell you and you may have guessed by now, I love love love Oroklini. Peaceful, calm, picturesque, a variety of homes: old homes that take you back in time, new homes with tiny colorful gardens and little pools to soak in the sun, small apartment buildings and yes villas too. Take your pick, I sure would like to. I feel this kind of place can cleanse your soul the way a desert would. After the walk you somehow feel lighter, stress can be quite heavy.

Well that’s it folks, time to say goodbye until we meet again, Sayonara

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I love visiting places of worship and I was thrilled to find a very old church, St.Lazarus Church. I also got to see the old city market, both a must see. The seaside is something else too, there is a very long road with shops and cafes , then opposite is all sea, the whole length. Well I can tell you I was not far from Heaven!

I went back to the cafe at the bus stop and had a “mixed” sandwich for 1.50 pounds. “Mixed” means ham, cheese, and a lot more, hunger can really make food super delicious. I went home tired, happy and broke. YES! Other than that shoe shop, it is expensive in Cyprus. Money actually flies out of your wallet, not too much self control when you are happy.

Happy to be “home” , a cool shower, a good book, coffee and AC, is a great balm for the hot sticky Mediterranean summer.

Oh, I almost forgot, it began to rain and I went into the pool, very relaxing indeed. The owner was near by and said, ” Well ,it didn’t rain in winter, now it rains!”

To be continued………