Golden light...

...and golden magical souls

It was an angel day in my numerology when the plane door opened on the 11th of May and the heat hit my soul as a nomad in the hottest desert. I have left Yorkshire and the Lakes flying away to bring my muse's soul and heart with me to my magical homeland and reflect in the magic of the sea, of the mountains, the vibrant sun.

Athens was where the plane landed and looking at the little islands and acropolis from the plane the ancient spirits surrounded and felt I was home but it was different. Arrived at my little apartment by the sea that I haven't been for the last six years and the garden almost magically maintained itself ...roses, zerberes, orchids, fruits on the trees ...later it was revealed that the lady next door was doing some guerrilla gardening and that's why it all looked so good. Her daughter became an archaeologist, I remembered her last time I was there doing her exams for university and we had some very interesting short discussions about Zakynthos I Love.

My meetings and explorations in the capital and as always started feeling the spartan spirit and training harder in Athens came to a conclusion so I flew a little cute plane back to my island and emotionally overloaded my heart needed to commune with the universe and whisper sweet words to her. The sea was the place I became lost in and reflected my emotions and thoughts to her. Mermaids whispered back how my words sounded and I could see I could sense the path.

The explorations became more and more intense and my family having missed me all this time wanted to see me create, run, be strong and I surely felt there love.

After an epic cycle yesterday that I called inspired by my sweet muse the tour de thassos, 100km of beauty around the coastal path cheered on by many of the locals today I became one with the mountain spirits. The heat was intense but energised me, I hardly drank water until I reached the 1645 meters and climbed like last summer the little hut at the top as I like the window view, the most magical painting and reflection. The golden was golden, her soul golden warming my soul, a golden blissful Heaven after 36km of inclines, fast and furious descents and a golden swim to see those reflections again as send ripples of warm love

As always missing you all here on blip. Warm hugs and golden warmth to all of you here, and my blip friends in Yorkshire especially that I miss so much.