Just because (no, because there is more to it than I'm letting on to), I'm posting a photo I took in Athens two weeks ago of the changing of the guard in Constitution Square in front of the tomb of the unknowns. But, it wasn't just the "theater" of it all, the virility of the young soldiers, the tradition, but the universality of their dance as a metaphor for life and death that really grabbed me.
As this month counts down its days, heralding Christmas, I keep thinking about my trip to Turkey and Greece and snippets of memory keep popping up. Those countries, especially Greece, were also preparing for Christmas. It seemed odd somehow to look out at my hotel window in Athens at the historic antiquities lit for night, and to justaposition it with the Christmas lights flashing off and on at the Italian restaurant across the street. I'll admit I've experienced a psychological let down since my return, like we all do when we experience something we have looked forward to for so long. But, more, I guess, I keep thinking about my life, your life, the life of us all woven together whether we admit it or not, whether we agree or not. It's such a cliche, but no man is an island and my travels have made me more aware of my tiny part in the world itself. When I get bogged down in my own details, I think of so many others who are living their own details. What are some of your details today?
