|The 'His' moored at Olive Island or Zetin Adasi|
Once I was in the warm sea I could have stayed in it forever and swimming was as easy as walking on land as the water was so buoyant with salt. There is an abundance of life, sound and colour swimming with me and the feeling of peace is visceral and stills my busy thoughts. My eyes search for a foot fall to sit and let these thoughts swim around in my head and I find they are not about all the usual everyday worries and planning of the the day ahead just little pleasant bubbles of ideas and wondering about the place I am sitting in.
I meet many curious bugs and animals and every now and then a filigree of delicate colour from wild flowers interrupts the baked volcanic rock and soil. The smell of wild herbs is strong and potent.
is full of sound especially a strange fizzy noise like tiny breaking glass
like a something is nibbling away at the rocks beneath me
Its a lovely feeling of weightlessness to float with my arms and legs starfish shaped in the water like lying in a feather bed so soft I cant feel it wrapped in a cosy blanket.
Some creatures were familiar and some wonderfully weird
I knew most of our party of 10 people and we all got on with ease and had lots of time to chat about nothing and everything. There was lots of laughs and time for singing, dancing, playing and story telling and of course every cocktail we could think of.
|Cleopatra Bay and the bathing Byzantine Temple she was said to have visited|
Awake! for the Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
and Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in the Noose of Light
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
Awake, my little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in it's Cup be dry
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted-'Open then the door!
You know how little while we have to stay
And once departed, may return no more'
I rose, swam to a faraway rock and thought and felt the following words from the same poem and the air was full of stories I had yet to hear.
A flask of wine, a book of verse and Thou beside me singing in the Wilderness- and The Wilderness is Paradise enow.