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The chiming of the church bells was the first sound I heard this morning, the next was Papa, our village priest singing at the top of his voice, it must be Sunday. There are many churches and chapels here on the Greek Island of Lesvos and I love visiting them. They are full to the brim with icons,and all things shiny. I find them a visual treat and a peaceful place to meditate and contemplate. Two of my favourite places are in Petra. Panagia Glyofilousa, Our Lady of the Sweet Kiss, is the crowning glory on the top of a 40 meter high rock. It’s a steep climb up the 114  steps that are carved into the rock but worth the effort. The basilica was originally built in 1609 and is considered one of the most important places of worship on the island. Agios Nikolaos is a tiny church below the rock and near to the square. It is a single-aisled basilica with a stone floor and there are three layers of frescos on the walls. It is such a special place and you rarely see another soul inside. blog churches4 Frescos from Agios Nikolaos copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches3 Chairs sit in front of the fresco at Agios Nikolaos copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches2 Candles lay waiting to be lit at Panagia Glyofilousa. Flowers at Agios Nikolaos copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches I love the placement of the icons and the bold colour and pattern of the black cover copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches7 Details from Panagia Glyofilousa. I especially like the tin money chest copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches8 Candles at Panagia Glyofilousa copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches6 Insence burners Panagia Glyofilousa copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches5 Ceiling details Panagia Glyofilousa copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

blog churches9 I love the wooden doors and they way they are secured at Panagia Glyofilousa copyright CLAIRE LLOYD

Yesterday was a full day on My Greek Island Home. Every one of my emotions and senses were touched and stimulated.

I was woken by the soft paw of my cat Sweetie. She dragged it across my face with only partly retracted claws hoping to raise me from my cosy bed. She then proceeded to lead me downstairs to her empty food bowl, in the kitchen. On my way through I open the door onto the garden where 3 tails wagged madly and there were hysterical sounds of excitement. It was as if I have been gone from the dog’s lives for days rather than hours.

I put on some music, Midnight Oil, and we danced, the three dogs and I. Dog number four was on a sleep over, integrating into the family that will be driving her across Europe to her new home in London. Even though living in a Greek village has many distractions and surprises there are still some routines that must be followed.

Next on the agenda was a dog walk via our guesthouse. We call the guesthouse Ken’s Spiti. Spiti, being the word for house in Greek and Ken being the name of my father. It’s a bit mad really but I like it, as it’s a constant reminder of my lovely Dad. Before reaching Ken’s Spiti we were greeted by 7 cats of varying sizes, colours and ages all thrilled to see the dogs and I. The cats purred, everyone rubbed noses, legs and whatever else that can be rubbed and we moved on to the final destination, the guesthouse. I fed the cats on the wall, some others joined in. High walls surround the house and there is a metal gate at the entrance. You cannot see into the small stone garden. I opened the gate and there in front of me is the most enormous shaggy goat with very long, curly horns. Shocked and amused to find this lone and oversized creature out of context, I laughed and laughed, I could not stop laughing. What has happened, what has my life become? After corralling the goat out of the garden I headed off along the track for my daily dog walk.

A Greek lesson was next and I needed to be in Molyvos, 30 minutes away by 10.30am. At 12pm I had organised to meet a family from Istanbul in the harbour. Several days ago I had an email from a gentleman who lived in Istanbul. He had seen my blog and enjoyed it. He and his family were visiting the island and he asked if we could meet. I was happy to. The meeting was delightful, my newfound friends are very interesting people and we spent a couple of hours together, chatting away. It was relaxing and I really enjoyed it. At the end of our time they presented me with a gift. The most beautiful book called Dance of Fire, Iznil tiles and ceramics from the Sadberk Hanim Museum. I was completely touched by this gesture. I left them feeling so full of joy. Looking at the book has inspired me to pick up a brush and start painting.

I was home about 4pm just in time for another dog walk. Walking through the village I came across a kitten that was unable to walk and was incredibly weak. I picked it up as gently as possible and took it home where I wrapped it in a warm towel and fed it watered down evaporated milk through an eyedropper. It took a little milk and I let it rest.

Alexandra my Albanian cleaners daughter is learning English and I am helping her a couple of times a week with her work. She arrived at 5pm I checked on the kitten and thought I heard a faint purr when I stroked it. After Alexander had left I went into the bathroom and found the kitten had lost its fight. Its little body was limp in my hands and I was so, so sad. I hate it, I hate seeing it, and I hate being so powerless.

The day had almost come to an end a day with life and death, laughter and tears, joy and sorrow. Out of the blue came an email from an Australian friend. She had been moved to send the email by the previous post I had put up on my blog called Turkish faces. She said the photos had reminded her of a radio programme she had listened to recently with Hugh Mackay (click to listen), about life and happiness. She thought I should listen to it. Quote, because it’s all about living the ‘good life’ and what he was saying is exactly what you are doing!This morning I lay in bed and listened to the program, it absolutely hit the spot with me, the timing was perfect. It’s an inspiring interview and really worth setting some time aside to listen. Thank you artist Susan Hipgrave for your perfectly timed email. Thank you Phillip Adams and Hugh Mackay for an intelligent, thought provoking programme. And YES I am living the good life.

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Living the good life! Walking the dogs, late afternoon on the Greek Island of Lesvos. Photograph Matthew Usmar Lauder

I have just arrived back from a sailing holiday in Turkey. It was bliss! The weather was perfect, deep blue skies to match the deep blue sea. I travelled with two of my Greek girlfriends by car to Marina Marti. We took a boat from Mytilene to Ayvalik and then drove down past Marmaris to meet an old mate, the captain. The captain was the first photographer I worked with when I arrived in London. We were joined by another friend on day 3 which let us off the hook from our boating responsibilities. This allowed us time for more serious things such as sunbathing. What I loved about this trip was the light heartedness of everyone. It was fantastic to laugh. A whole week of laughing is the best therapy in the world. It made me think of how many times we forget our humor, we leave it some where else. We take our lives so seriously. Sometimes it’s great just to forget all the stuff that makes us feel heavy and find time for fun and frivolity. Thank you Captain John for sharing your boat and your humor and thank you Mel, Elpida and Maria for the dancing, the laughing, and for a fabulous week.

IMG_1271 Wild donkeys grazing on the shore.

IMG_1280 The Aegean meets the Mediterranean, perfect clouds.

IMG_1291 The crystal deep blue sea.

 

IMG_1237 The ropes of the Heller West.

IMG_1264 Shadow of Red Ensign.

IMG_1267 Loving the light on the rocks.

IMG_1309 End of another perfect day.

IMG_3270 In the middle of the sea I jumped into this deep blue water. The rope was thrown in, just in case.

IMG_3272 A Red Ensign sunset.

IMG_3295 Sail against the sky shot from sun bathing position.

IMG_3296 The mast agaist the sky still from sunbathing position.

IMG_3299 Sunset in Marina Marti.

IMG_3301 Morning light in Marina Marti.

IMG_1269 Gentle splash.

 

 

 

I have been without internet for a couple of weeks now, making it impossible to post. There are advantages to being out of touch with technology and one of them is having time to watch the setting sun. We all need find time to surround ourselves with the beauty of nature. Here on My Greek Island Home it’s not difficult to find beauty around every corner. I am so lucky to be here.

 

 

 

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