Athina, you poured your heart out in this one. I especially enjoyed the first (600?) words describing the two islands, your Grandmother, the intertwined ancient olive trees, and you, out exploring, your mind being 'programmed' by nature. I also enjoyed all the natural beauty of tiny Greek Islands that have hardly changed since Plato and Socratese, when the people still believed in Zeus and Aphrodite and were busy cutting marble into pillars for the temple of Athina.
Your saga was long so I will write a lot too.
I enjoy your wording and how you form ideas in your sentences. I've read a lot and know you have a natural talent that only needs some polishing and to be run through the fine-mesh copper filter of self-editing before hitting the 'publish' key.
I wish I had the story in front of me so I could comment more clearly, but Subtsack isolates the story from the 'comments,' making that impossible.
I liked your writing about the outdoor markets a lot. Lemons! One Euro a Kilo! and your descriptions of fruit and other veggies at the market brought the market to life.
I'll read it again after I post this; there is a lot inside this story that I want to read more closely.
Oh, I love the painting you chose! Love the children holding hands and dancing ...
I hope more people discover your page. You deserve to be read. I'm happy I found You...
I truly appreciate all your words Michael! I’ve been a bit distant these days from social apps and phones as life has been running a bit busy!
Your words humble me in multiple ways, and I don’t know how to address each compliment and comment, being able to express my total and pure gratitude for you taking the time to enlist such detailed feedback!!
I belong to the soil. You took me to your childhood, even though my was landlocked, the fresh vegetables, the apple orchards, the hornets, the pond, the blaring Inferno of a million crickets, broken by the deep base of bullfrog, the onslaught of fireflies, the stars blazing in my eyes, imprinted into my brain as I type this. The smell of life. Oh I miss it more than anything. It was a time that I was truly innocent, my solitary summers, frogs and mosiquotos my only friends.
Yes i agree, but actually I'd like to trade the mosquitos for fish. :) if you don't mind. Remembering the summers of just itching nonstop, i don't miss that part.
Athina, you poured your heart out in this one. I especially enjoyed the first (600?) words describing the two islands, your Grandmother, the intertwined ancient olive trees, and you, out exploring, your mind being 'programmed' by nature. I also enjoyed all the natural beauty of tiny Greek Islands that have hardly changed since Plato and Socratese, when the people still believed in Zeus and Aphrodite and were busy cutting marble into pillars for the temple of Athina.
Your saga was long so I will write a lot too.
I enjoy your wording and how you form ideas in your sentences. I've read a lot and know you have a natural talent that only needs some polishing and to be run through the fine-mesh copper filter of self-editing before hitting the 'publish' key.
I wish I had the story in front of me so I could comment more clearly, but Subtsack isolates the story from the 'comments,' making that impossible.
I liked your writing about the outdoor markets a lot. Lemons! One Euro a Kilo! and your descriptions of fruit and other veggies at the market brought the market to life.
I'll read it again after I post this; there is a lot inside this story that I want to read more closely.
Oh, I love the painting you chose! Love the children holding hands and dancing ...
I hope more people discover your page. You deserve to be read. I'm happy I found You...
I truly appreciate all your words Michael! I’ve been a bit distant these days from social apps and phones as life has been running a bit busy!
Your words humble me in multiple ways, and I don’t know how to address each compliment and comment, being able to express my total and pure gratitude for you taking the time to enlist such detailed feedback!!
I belong to the soil. You took me to your childhood, even though my was landlocked, the fresh vegetables, the apple orchards, the hornets, the pond, the blaring Inferno of a million crickets, broken by the deep base of bullfrog, the onslaught of fireflies, the stars blazing in my eyes, imprinted into my brain as I type this. The smell of life. Oh I miss it more than anything. It was a time that I was truly innocent, my solitary summers, frogs and mosiquotos my only friends.
Times of innocence! This is another important aspect. Purity and innocence are within nature I feel.
Yes i agree, but actually I'd like to trade the mosquitos for fish. :) if you don't mind. Remembering the summers of just itching nonstop, i don't miss that part.
Oh trust me we have mosquitos in abundance as well 😂 you can’t escape them anywhere