beyond beauty

The Holy Rocks

The Holy Rocks By Maria Fokas

The rocks hidden in the sky –
They are not silent in my presence.
They stretch as far as the eye can see;
A reflection in the horizon:
An element of past rememberance.
A stir of wondrous light.
No strangers here–

As dusk sets in –
I can hear them,

The bells ring, in the empty light of warmth;

beneath my feet.


The Bridge to the Other Side:

beneath the white willow

                                                                           Photograph by Maria Fokas

Setting of Beneath the White Willow – Novel by Maria Fokas

Promise me, you will do the things we dreamt of doing together 
Promise me, and if we ever meet again –
I promise to make things right.

. . .

Darkness has taken hold of me; there is no plea for my weakness 
But I will not forget:
The times you held my hand, when I was far above the ground
The times you held on, when I disappeared into the underworld
And if by chance, you ever trip and fall;
For doubt has a funny way of twisting certainty; Remember this:
I never knew a braver man than you; Noble to your promises, and generous with your soul
It will always be you; my love –

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved

“To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)

Raw Moments in Time

There are moments in life you don’t want to edit . . . because time is of the essence . . .you want to capture the moment …embrace it….and hold on to it as tightly as your heart can stand it . . .Sometimes the raw moments of life are also the truth that reminds us that we are alive but any moment it can all change . . . Oh, the inevitable truth that we are so temporary . . . the fear of whether we will be remembered when we are gone . . . and the knowing that as is now, we still have time to make a difference in someone’s life . . . make it a good one . . . a voice whispers in my head . . . regardless . . . make it worth being here for them . . . and don’t worry so much about being perfect . . . sometimes the worst thing you can do in life is waste precious time editing it!



Cosmos Thessaloniki




“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”  – Ansel Adams

Photo Credits: Maria Fokas/2017

Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race)

 2. Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race) by Maria Fokas

I yearn for memories dressed in pleasure; silky silver wrappings, tied in red ribbons, as the snow settles in the winter nights. And when spring comes, breakfast in a secluded diner; your choice, and I’ll be there for that smile; such beauty is soothing to the heart. I want to sail away with my lover in the summertime, and forget all the plastic in the world; too much of it everywhere we turn. I close my eyes and see you sitting at that old forgotten piano. Your fingers dance on the keys and a familiar nostalgic melody fondles my ears. And right when I think our imagination has escaped the lies, I read this:

A staff writer named Liz Dwyer writes about the discovery of a solution to the plastic problem polluting the environment, “One solution,” she claims, “is an edible fungus that likes to chow down on the non-biodegradable material; Plastic could be degraded by fungi and turned into food.” At least that’s the idea behind the Fungi Mutarium, a pilot project from designer Katharina Unger, and biology researchers at Utretcht University in the Netherlands. So how is this idea applied? Katharina explains: Bits of plastic are first sterilized with UV light, then placed into tiny cups made from an edible substance called agar. The fungi are then dropped into the cup. As it grows, it devours all the plastic. “It’s ready to be eaten when there is no more visible plastic material inside; the end product is similar to mushrooms, and can be flavored to taste like a fruity dessert,” said Unger. Has logic gone astray, or have I just lost my humor?

Where is Hemingway; remember that charming man who spoke with sensual words that embraced the taste buds of our imagination? He spoke of oysters consumed by the salt of the sea, and crisp white wine that mesmerized; as if he were describing the touch of making love on a satin beach under a seductive blue sky with lonely wishing stars. He described the aroma of the heavens, as a cold fragrant drink which washes down the sea and leaves a sweet sensation on the tongue. He whispered of a drink which removes the empty feeling to make us happy enough to make plans again.

On second thought, where’s that bottle of wine, red or white, either one can take me to heaven, or away from thoughts of plastic eating munchkins on supermarket shelves with promises they cannot keep. Imagine if another scientist chips in on the action, and starts claiming that these treats can get rid of wrinkles, or even enhance erections. Imagine what will happen then; A multi-trillion dollar industry. Wall Street, here they come!

And when night falls, I’ll be waiting in that autumn breeze. So, let the waking days mock me if they choose. I won’t resent the nights for not knowing how to vanish the seas between us; for when I close my eyes, your smile fills my dreams. And when our ship sails, our hearts will sleep my love, knowing it was meant to be.

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved

Forbidden Shells


There are stories that must be told. (The stories which have lived in silence for so long). If you only had a year left, which ones would you make sure survived. . . which ones would matter?

Maria Fokas


These photos were taken in November of  2013 in Greece. The Village is called Melisoxori, which means “The Country of Bees”. This is my garden. Just wanted to share a bit of nature with you XX

Thanks for the visit.




Beyond Beauty

Beyond Beauty by Maria Fokas

The last day of 2013. I won’t go back to recall everything I had planned to do and didn’t get round to doing,  because that part doesn’t matter anymore. I guess the best part of a journey is not knowing what the days will bring after everything is planned and the wheels are turned into motion. So I focus on the unexpected which took place. That part I can assure you was incredible. Yes there was the good and the bad but I would not change a thing, and to be able to say that, I feel  lucky.

I won’t deny that universally speaking we are in a crisis. I watch the news and fall into depression.  Daily errands are also difficult. Sometimes  I cannot but eavesdrop on strangers’ conversations between their friends. They share their problems right in front of me, waiting in line to purchase essentials or for some other service …and they share the facts…financial problems shrinking their dreams  and relationships falling apart and the worst of all…that terrible doubt of whether they are good enough, or pretty enough, or thin enough. They speak of their struggles in ques at the bank, at the supermarket, or at the doughnut shop down the street while getting their morning coffee. They don’t care that I listen because I don’t exist in their world, only their problems are real at that moment in time , not me. I’m  just a face with no relevance to their lives. So I listen to their sadness and learn from their mistake; the mistake of forgetting the light at the end of the tunnel  –  that mistake.

And then I remember the story; a simple 20 – second  story my sister shared with me one weekend when she called just to say hello. I never asked  any personal questions like the name of the girl or what part of the country she was living in, that wasn’t as important as what this young girl did to solve a common problem which she surely felt was destroying her life.  After I said good-night to my sister I decided to fill in the gaps of everything she had left out. This was a 15 year-old young girl who had an acme problem. She had tried everything to get rid of it but nothing worked.

There was no product on the market that could help her. OK there is worse-off out there but for the young girl this was creating a domino effect  compromising her happiness; peer pressure, boy issues, self-esteem was running low, and there was no help from the adult world. I am sure she had thoughts of isolation where she would accept her state and just hope it would take care of itself in time. But she didn’t choose that path. She began a journey determined to solve her problem. She began research.  She must have been  confused but she didn’t  give up. The alternative was living in the shadow of her teenage years and that was not an option for her.

Eventually she came across a natural product;  sugar. She learnt that when sugar is dissolved in liquid it creates a positive reaction to her skin. Then she improvised.  She started using fruits for liquids creating her solution.  After school when everyone was talking about where they’d hang out, she went straight to her garage where she struggled endless hours. After a few months her friends started noticing the positive effects and wanted to get in on the action. Her skin was changing before their eyes and they liked what they saw so she started selling her creation. Months later she set-up  a website and started selling online.

Now, four years later at the age of 19 this young girl has a business worth 3.4 million dollars. She never gave up and though too young to actually be an expert on anything she never lost sight of that light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes the most successful people are the ones who know too little about the facts on limitation to give up. She fell many times and got right back up and in the end she did it; she proved that the possibilities are endless  if you don’t give up.

Sometimes we feel less than what we are, we doubt, we get frustrated, we forget the important stuff and then a stranger comes along and reminds  us of our uniqueness and,  the choice to believe in ourselves –  to  create the impossible.

Please watch the video clip I thought I’d end the year with….

A Happy New Year to all.

© 2013 Maria Fokas