A Present and Free Death

A Present and Free Death

Fuzzy Red Boots
In memory of Thierry Parmentier I love more and more the moment of my beloved spiritual friends departure. Even though I know that this means I will never see them again, literally for all eternity, in the form in which I knew and cherished them. Their Grace is so immense when they offer me the experience of yet another good death, that nothing moves me more deeply anymore. It is not primarily because, deep within me, this is my own preparation for my own departure. Nor is it because, rationally speaking, at the age I have reached and with the current structure of my family, births are no longer anticipated, but rather departures. What exists overwhelmingly more deeply within me is a profound Love for the way we leave. Because…
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The land that sustained us

The land that sustained us

Fuzzy Red Boots
Grandpa and grandma had the best house in the village. They were given it during the population exchange between Greece and Turkey, when all that remained of their own village in Fountoukli, on the Sangareios River, since they had been forcibly relocated to Melissia, Kozani, had to somehow find a way to stand, to live, to grow. The two-story house, with a veranda upstairs and the kitchen and living room downstairs. And in front and beside it, open land, with fruit trees and acres of fertile soil. And on the other side, everything my grandfather later built: the grain storage shed and a space to stable his horses. The house and its estate, set upon a raised fold of the land, overlook the village’s most significant landmarks. The church, with…
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