so meteora brought me to a profound closeness with god. i’m joking. but only a little.
it was so beautiful, these soaring rocks like fingers reaching up to the heavens and begging for grace. the word ‘meteora’ itself means ‘hanging from the sky’. i like that these huge ideas are encompassed in single words.
anita, our tour guide on the GO Tour to delphi and meteora, told us the story of marathon, how the athenian ran all the way to the agora, said one word, and died. but that one word translated to ‘we have won’. again–a concept encompassing victory, jubiliation, and safety. it’s life. we have won, we have survived. and meteora is also life in a way because it’s an expression of life to have hope and to reach for a power beyond yourself. the holy life beside god. to live in this remote corner of the world, cut off from the most sensible thing we know–the ground–and instead live suspended halfway between heaven and earth, which is practically another hell anyway.