…let’s go once again, another trip to the diamond jewels of nature.
To welcome the spring in the enchanting Argolida. To light the Resurrection candles with the customs of the Greek countryside. To weave wreaths of May flowers from those that scatter fragrances and colours on the plains and meadows, climbing freshly painted walls and popping up from the steep cliffs, seeking the warm rays of light. To remember our grandmother’s beauty secrets from Istanbul.
To join our hearts, our voices and our breaths in a prayer for peace, for love, to return to the spring we so long for…
“…And to every bird of the Magi that composes
the word peace in the light with its trills.
(For the voice is a thinking sun).
And in every stream that flows like a perennial
Psalm, constantly rolling the word peace.
(For water is a thinking sun).
And I want very much, I beg and plead
that we all become this flower, this
the bird, this stream. To become each of us
a thinking sun.”
Nikiforos Vrettakos
