The Inevitable


Today I climb a mountain on this remote Greek Island. Beyond the source of the waterfalls, lizards cling to the cliff faces. I test each hand hold before I give my weight to the mountain. The hard volcanic rock has been broken into sharp and unstable shards by the winter elements. Only the lichen-covered rocks are stable. I pick my path. The sky is racing past. A rush of adrenalin hits me. I consider the possibility that I could die here. Why not? It’s a beautiful place where I am completely at peace.

I see a species of ants that I know well from the Australian bush. We have history. Once I saw them carry away bones from a snake carcass. I’ve stood barefoot on their mounds for a dare. They don’t sting but their meat-eating preference makes this a good test of endurance. Sure, it’s crazy, but I had time and it was the days before I carried a laptop and had 305 Facebook friends. Today I feel only completeness. This is not an Italian drama. Perhaps it’s a Greek tragedy? Except there is no family gathering at my feet. I’m grateful. They need a wash.

4 thoughts on “The Inevitable

  1. Have you ever read Nikos Kazantzakis’ “The Greek Passion”? Not only feet, but ALL of one’s self is washed!
    Time for a return to Greece!!

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  2. Each villager takes on the role of one of the persons in the passion…and practices that role for a whole year! Even if one is not a Christian, it’s full of mythical drama! Let me know what you think!
    You almost look like a crucified one!


    • I haven’t had the opportunity to read it yet but I love the idea of everyone participating and learning their roles over the year. And yes, a crucifixion came to mind. It looked like a gesture of release and acceptance.


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