Bringing back the gratitudes.
I am greatful for the freedom to have gone, for the choices of the last 2 days in Oia, for the shared sunset at the point of Santorini and the applause, for the wonderful color of the town after the sun had set, for the good times and new sisters I met on the trip, for Juliana's wisdom and vulnerability and courage and determination. I am grateful my sister Karle came and wrote and sketched. I am grateful Teri came and shared, and helped me learn what a wonderful son I have. I am grateful for the little discoveries my duaghter Courtney made on previous trips. I am grateful for Jim first bringing me to Greece 34 years ago, and the memories of the Italian-Greek conversation on the local bus, and to be able to climb up into the Parthenon in the days before they roped it off. I am grateful for the sunset at Sounion and for George telling us myths on the bus ride back in the evening. I am grateful for the message of the Oracle, and the possibility of return.
22 September 2007 (which began with sunrise at Santorini, and sunset over San Francisco). Written in my journal on Flight UA 927, Frankfurt to SFO, 9-22-07.
