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Rocking in the quiet waters of the Ionian Sea, my unconscious mind was electrified beyond dream state, waking me at 3am, shaking my groggy mind out of bed … guiding me over my sleeping fiancé, then pushing me like a gusty wind at my strong, straight back . . . up out of the cabin and into the night air.

Our traveling companions smiled at me, saying “We’ve been waiting for you.” Enraptured by the night, we three talked quietly, as our precious hours slipped into dawn, and then a Greek sunrise.

Unexpected Tacking

Searching for details about my journey, my writing plan changed course just now.  I experienced an wrenching, emotional life collision, stumbling headfirst into the words of an extraordinary poem: “Ithaca” by Konstantinos P. Kavafis.  

Kavafis gave new meaning to my unpredictable, eccentric life journey, the crazy course of a woman still jet-propelled into the future, refusing to abide by the rules of life stage or social conditioning.

My night belonged to him, this Greek poet, who took over my existence like a demanding but genuinely devoted lover.

The Perfect Stranger

Emotionally exhausted with our dialogue, I wrote the final words of my journal, organized the videos and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Preparing to post this morning, I was hungry for more Kavafis and found it, dropping anchor in Buenos Aires, at the digital house of Paulo Coelho, AART HILAL. 

Coelho greeted me:

 

… “Whoever you are, or whatever, it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth.” … and when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

Doubt Not