Sound Of Waves, Sunshine And Greenery To Soothe The Soul.

Sound of waves, sunshine and greenery to soothe the soul.

What to write about and when will I add some water theme photos? Well, I am taking things as I like it.. I don't want to pressure myself or approach this posts as a job

Anyway, what comes to mind...

A blue, tall mountain towering in front of me. Is there a way to reach it? If I was a snowman could I slide through the snow easily and reach it more fastly? Actually, I think I would rather be a reindeer and trot to it, in my own pace and looking at the scenery around me. There are small villages on the pathway, a big lake with a long bridge shining in the night, a small forest with young trees and a clearing near the base of the mountain.

For now I will continue walking around the villages and observe the details. What I usually like to observe is all the little things that bring a certain atmosphere, in this case a calm, colourful and creative one. At least during midday, though it is probably more noisy (let's say hectic) during other times of the day. Looking at the lamps makes me feel lighthearted and curious. Most of them have a white light burning in a frame of coloured glass and are adorned with abstract, elongated decorations made of iron. The colours of the glass vary, there are shades of cyan, light orchid, crimson, lemon yellow, sea green and dusty grey. As a kid, I would probably spend time staring at them and wondering what fairy put those lights there. Actually, in a way I am doing that now. The lamps are part of the energy moving through the streets during the day and more mysterious and flickery during the night.

The houses are ellipse shaped with a sloping roof and mostly coloured in grey. Though, the first thing I actually notice after the lamps is the floor on the main street, it has yellow tiles and a few flowery patterns that appear in a line from time to time. The borderline, or the part in front of houses and shops is covered with small, blue tiles. Already, the colours invigorate my soul and motivate me to take part in a creative workshop. Oh, there is one involving flower arrangement tomorrow, that is what the poster said.. Well, I guess that is for travellers, because I can see the folk here know how to do that, I can see that by looking at the plants on the balconies and vases in the shops. There is balance and rhythm in the arrangement, but there can also be some fun chaos and surprising combinations. The shops and people are a story for themselves, but for now I will mention one more thing. And that is the sounds... I have heard in the afternoon the refined and clear sound of flute, the muffled or bright sound of drums and the music created by drinking glasses. I have enjoyed the melodies, but what also surprised me are the church bells. During the day I have heard a rhytmic and pulsating chime coming from them that shocked me for the first time I heard it and in the evening it becomes a hushed melody. The last chime is the most quiet one and it has been able to lull me to sleep nicely.

Great photos. I wish this cat was my life coach, showing me how to relax and get comfortable anywhere you go. Or any cat..

There was once a little girl. She dreamed of the world through the stories she read. She dreamed of deep oceans, stags and horses running through the fields, magic cast in deep valleys, castles on top of the hills, airlands where flying lizards were gliding through clouds, brave people on quests to discover new horizons, ordinary and simple people enjoying little details in life...Her mind was infested with many thoughts and feelings - rumbling through and planting seeds of curiosity, imagination and wonder. In time, they were chased away by grey people led by mr. responsibility and mr. fear. However, the thoughts always find their way back, through all the mud and the weeds. Hope is still there, to grasp the good feelings again, but also to learn to see the real world and real people with their hearts beating for true expression.

Graphic designer and illustrator: Melpomeni Chatzipanagiotou

There was once a bird, a black bird with a blue streak over its head. It flew often high in the sky, fluttering with its wings like a demon in disguise. It flew through the cold, the warmth of the summer sky, the staggering raindrops and white lightning. It didn’t want to stop, there wasn't any time for that. Everything was about the movement of the wings and going on and on.. she eventually forgot that she needed to eat or drink. She forgot what the body needs and just continued with her weird survival mode that has gone too far.

She got away from other birds - birds that attacked her, birds that admired her passion, nice friendly birds, but no one who shared her passion. Nobody shared her zeal for flying high up in the sky and wanting to reach the ruins of the blue feathers. The ruins that promised each passenger a key to another world, a world full of wonder and excitement. Nobody told the black bird that flying alone was not a good idea and that trying to outrun time is silly. Her strong feelings became the only fuel that was moving her forward..and losing strength more and more. She didn't truly ask for help or wondered what would happen if the ruins are there no more.

The bird is still flying, though is it a bird anymore? the body burst into flames - the ashes and the soul are wiggling along through the air.. the bird is no more as it once was. However, could she possibly acknowledge her mistakes and rise again from the ashes? The question remains unanswered.

I welcome hope

Hope is here! It's an emotion that I imagine as a tiny, yellow spark or light of a lantern that gets weaker and stronger through time, but it always persists, despite anything bad that might be happening. I could also see it as a little fairy flying around, bathing in sunlight and spreading around positive words about the future. I actually wish we can all have 'spirits' by our side, that sometimes guide us to the right path. They have personalities and their own problems, but they care abut their human friends and give support during trying times. Well, Phillip Pullman (The Dark Materials trilogy) gave me this idea. I am talking about daemons. Or maybe kwami in Miraculous Ladybug! I would really like to hear Tikki's words from time to time.

Anyway, I can imagine the spirit encouraging me to be curious, write as much as my heart desires, practice translation and start honestly answering questions that I have been avoiding. Oh, and brainstorming a project/challenge that will awaken my soul every day. I am hopeful because I recently met people who share my poetic view of life or the same fears and issues. I am hopeful because I am starting to let my soul express itself.. instead of binding it with chains with responsibilities and rules. It's a small drop of Felix Felicis or first movement of the brush that could create a wonderful and imperfectly perfect, inspired by Bob Ross painting. There are not mistakes in life, just happy accidents! Make mistakes, fail forward, keep moving and follow the light of hope. It's always there, even when it feels like it has fallen into deep sleep. Feed it with walks on fresh air, meaningful talks, goals that come from your heart, dancing and good stories. Well, these are my personal choices, how you will feed your hope is up to you.

Two photos I took myself four years ago with my point and shoot camera. Now a memory of cold air, lights in the sky and my own determination to capture beautiful moments (despite my freezing hands).