The Window


The Window by Maria Fokas  “This is where I was born; in this very room”, he said, as he packed his things. I had lost count of how many times he had told me. She sat waiting, confined to her sofa bed. He put the last piece of clothing in his rucksack, a neatly folded shirt by her tiny brittle hands, hours before. He took his coat from the chair and put it on. In a fragile voice, she whispered, “When will I see you again?” “I haven’t even left yet, and you want to know when I’m coming back?”, he … Continue reading The Window

And the people stayed home


  And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal. And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new … Continue reading And the people stayed home

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For The love of Ireland


  Have you ever had a dream, where your loved ones are walking towards a cliff with blindfolds on, and there is nothing you can do about it? No matter how loud you shout out to them, they can’t hear you. You try to run to them but your feet seem to be glued to the ground and you can’t budge no matter how hard you try. You watch them getting closer and closer to the edge with every step they take. You can’t stop them. Your mouth goes dry, your hands start to sweat and your body feels paralyzed; … Continue reading For The love of Ireland