I have been avoiding blogging for quite some time now, but as in all things, the fullness of time arrived, and this is it.
It is July but thoroughly bearable up here on the mountains of North Carolina; I live on top of a hill with open vistas before me--the mountains of Tennessee clear in the north, Grandfather in the south. Today the horizon is almost hidden by haze. Just three weeks ago I was walking by the gorge at the foot of Mt Olympus in my native Greece. It was a very hot June day, but even the heat could not remove the prevailing awe that met us and covered us for the hour it took to walk the path that overlooks the gorge. The two high crags, so familiar from a past visit, above us, the sound of the water hidden and suddenly visible, the feeling that this view has filled ancients and moderns for untold centuries with awe, the question in my mind: What was it really that the ancient Greeks imagined on this mountain? persisting. Did any of them climb to the peak to see if the gods lived there? Was imagination enough for those remarkable people?
I will be examining some of these themes in this space--thoughts about the Greeks, about the ancients, and about the people in that old and beautiful country today.
For today, this is enough.
