The Acropolis: The Experience

It has been a week since I was in Greece, and upon my return, I have had sleep deprivation, a very sick daughter, and a son who played in a championship baseball game, so my blog has not been my priority.  But I want to write this one well ... it means so much to me ...

There she is ... the Acropolis in the far distance, and the walk, another life-changing experience. 

Debi and I were off, she in her beautiful pink dress, and as for me, well, I opted for the comfy black sport shorts and tennis shoes.  The day was hot, the sun beaming brighly, so I also am sporting my black hat, a fixture in most of my pictures.  As we walked, I marveled at every step, every building, every bit of nature, wanting to remember the journey, smiling the entire way. 

One of my favorite sites, of course, was the UIndy building, the reason I was able to visit Greece on this adventure.  Other visuals:  graphics (for better or worse, artists leave their marks); doors and windows (symbolically, leading the way, I suppose); ruins (the Market Place), etc.  And with each step, although we walked at a fast pace, antsy with excitement, I paused occasionally, again, just to "take it all in." 

 

Once we had finally arrived, the emotions surged. Thoughts of Greek Philosophy (Socrates), Greek Mythology (Athena), Greek Literature (Sophocles, Aeschylus, Euripides), Greek Architecture... and one of my favorites Lysistrata ... just brilliance.  And I would be walking among this history, a similar feeling to that with the Anne Frank Hiding Place; no museum could be a better experience. 

The site is overwhelming.  Debi even had to sit and come to terms with her emotions.  It's simply beautiful, awe-inspiring, and I was there. 

I was there ...

Although I took many pictures to remember, to show, the stunning remains of this place marked by its details, the sense of being can't be filmed.  I sensed a peace, an acceptance of myself, that stirred in my body; I felt it in my heart, in my limbs, in my blood ... in my breathing ... taking many deep breaths, a sort of cleansing.  It is still with me ...

The experience was highlighted by having shared it with Debi.  We were like two young girls, giddy with passion for where we were, constantly shaking our heads in disbelief.

The Sun was Shining on Krista:  Revived!