AUTUMN MUSINGS

When autumn arrives, the oppressive heat of summer departs and takes with it the tourists. And every living thing on the island seems to breathe a collective sigh of relief.  It looks like Spring here - the rains have nourished the parched land and it's green again. The flowers and fruits are lush and abundant, the newborn lambs are frisky and there is a heightened sense of activity as the locals prepare for grape and olive harvesting.
  

Even though this is technically our second autumn here, we are seeing it through the new eyes of "normalcy".  Last year we had just arrived on the island (September 18th to be exact) and were still adjusting to our new home.  Everything was so wildly different; exciting and bewildering at the same time.  Now we are able to relax and take it all in as part of our lives here.  As I write this, the grapes are fermenting in their casks, the chestnuts are gathered and now the countryside is humming with the sound of olive harvester rods.

The process of gathering olives is tremendously hard work that involves everyone in the family as well as many immigrants from Bulgaria and northern parts.  The olive trees are dripping with the "fruit of the gods" and there is something about these olives that bring out a a sense of Cretan national pride.  After all, the best olive oil in the world is claimed to come from Crete and certainly the Cretans have had plenty of centuries to perfect the industry.  Even the ancient Minoans (2000 BC)  appreciated the olive for its divine properties.

And that is perhaps the most interesting and sometimes astounding revelation we've experienced here in this past year - the generous mix of history, myth and religion all blended into centuries of superstition, devotion and traditions that make Crete, uniquely Crete.  It is truly "the quintessential land of such fusions." (Barry Unsworth, Crete)  Nowhere is this phenomenon more evident than in the little villages tucked into the hills and hanging off the mountain slopes of inland Crete.  When passing through these villages preferably by foot or bike, it's often surprising to my foreign eyes, to see the startling blend of neglect and nurture. The animals are skinny and mangy-looking, the roads are wrought with potholes, the houses are crumbling and the infrastrucure is make-shift but the patios are freshly washed, the laundry is done, the vegetable gardens and orchards are carefully tended and the chapels are pristine.


Barry Unsworth describes in his travel chronicle, Crete, a typical sight.  "These village churches have an air of complete and utter tranquility.  They are swept and clean, the beveled red roof tiles are repaired or replaced, the walls are white-washed, there are well-tended gardens all around.  Often enough you see no one, but the care of some hand is everywhere evident, a blend of the devotional and the domestic, cats and fig trees and icons all mixed in together.  Never a formal garden, no sense of elaboration, no concept of dignifying the space around, but a gardener's care for plants for their own sake, and for what they might yield, the lemon, the fig, and the almond growing among trees planted only for their flowers or the beauty of their shape."  In other words, the only things under constant repair and close management seem to be the kitchens and the chapels, each a testimony to the importance of family and church in this culture. 



We are often asked the question, "How has living in Crete changed you?"  Patience, tolerance and wonderful friendships are all gifts we've been given.  But to put it in a nutshell, we'd have to respond that we've learned to depend on God more and on things less.  We all live in a world of constant, and sometimes frantic, change and Crete adds the element of unpredictability so it can be exasperating at times.  We survive those days by remembering two words - BREATHE and PRAY!  And then reframe and look at things differently.  We've learned to not look too closly at the surroundings.  It's a much prettier sight when your gaze is focused on larger vistas rather than the trash beneath your feet.  

Afternoon sun on cliffs of Stavros

Chestnuts

Falasarna Beach in November

Wild thyme in bloom

So, at this moment I sit and absorb all the things going on around me and I realize it's the simple things in God's creation that I enjoy the most. The autumn sky is defined by an array of clouds that are absent all summer, the pink-blossomed wild thyme bushes decorate the hillsides, the dry brown earth under the olive trees has been replaced by a carpet of bright green clover, the sea is a deeper shade of blue, the beaches are empty, the afternoon sun paints the cliffs of Stavros a brilliant shade of copper and a herd of sheep follows its shepherd down from the hills.  And as I close my eyes, the soft tinkling of their bells lulls me to sleep.