Finding Home on a Holy Island


***originally posted on inwonderlandaly.com***

Every colour on Patmos is of the deepest hue. All things here are authentic and truthful.
The walls are a white that cleanses your soul, the flowers a pink that brightens your heart, and the leaves a green that invigorates your spirit.  

Here our feet are always bare: feeling, discerning, understanding this land with our soles.
Here our skins are our clothes, darkening and healing under the warm, amber embrace of the sun’s rays.
Here our mouths rest peacefully in simple smiles on our faces like hammocks tied to dimples.

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This island is the beginning and the end of everything. It is now and only now. Its oceans move with a current of divinity from the core of the earth. Their waters are clear with a presence that washes away your past and your future.

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It is here that God uttered the words “I am the Alpha and the Omega” into existence. The beginning and the end meet in you and I. We are everything all at once and altogether nothing at all.

The Cave of The Apocalypse - here St. John received his visions and wrote the Book of Revelation, where he noted God saying "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End."

The Cave of The Apocalypse - here St. John received his visions and wrote the Book of Revelation, where he noted God saying "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End."

Smell it in the wild wind entangling your hair in salty, ocean laced breeze. See it in the fleeting shapes of sunlight cast on your skin through the swaying branches of the trees above. Feel it in the scratchy sand clinging to your toes, grounding you. Taste it in the vulnerability of the fresh, ripe fruit, mature but easily bruised.  Hear it in the grand crash of the waves on the sand, humbly rolling from the belly of Poseidon, his gentle hand gliding out to reach you on the shore. Remember this in every sunset and every sunrise. Whilst we whisper “goodnight” on this island, others elsewhere croak “goodmorning”. For every sun, a moon. For every night, a day. For every death, a birth.

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In this powerful presence love is magnified. Laughs hang suspended in the air for a few moments before dissolving. Hugs are held onto a few seconds longer. Everything is purposeful and beautiful. Friends become sisters. We run into the sunset to thank the universe for this great, big life. For each other. For the incidences of divine intervention that brought us all to this moment. Light floods over each of our bodies and fills us from the inside out.

We are together.

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We are whole.

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We are home.

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