My several over-the-pole flights had discombobulated my energy and I was flat out on the couch in my lovely Gilo cottage when my husband announced we were flying to Istanbul the next morning. Oy Vay! Come what may I had to pull myself together and prepare for a two week adventure through Turkey, our last Middle East adventure.
We arrived at ten the following morning to a country that lies in Western Asia and Europe; the Dardanelles, Sea of Marmora and the Bosphorus separating it from Europe. Turkey is said to be a democratic country and part of the Council of Europe.
This July day the Turkish airport was filled with a bustling throng of excited, Turkish and western travellers. Heaps of vibrancy and anxious and apprehensive minds and faces dominated the scene. We took a cab to our hotel passing by the crumbling stadium where gladiators fought lions. I had seen a past life of my husband’s in this occupation.
When I visited the city of Bath in western England, I didn’t realize it was the site of an ancient goddess temple.I knew about the Roman baths, of course, and I was vaguely aware of Jane Austen’s connection to the town, but it wasn’t until I rounded a corner in the museum and came face to face with an image of the temple that once stood there that I realized I was at a goddess site.
I haven’t made it to Greece yet to pay my respects to Athena and the rest of the pantheon, but this summer I did have the opportunity to travel to Nashville, Tennessee.Although a city of art and music seems like an unlikely home for Athena, there’s more to Nashville than meets the eye.A reconstructed Parthenon stands in the center of a city park in Music City, complete with a replica of the famous Athena statue which is no longer existent.When I realized that a writing conference would give me the chance to see Nashville, I was certain that Athena would welcome me with open arms.
I frequently find myself inspired by the books I read, and sometimes, a good memoir can even encourage my wanderlust. I wanted to share three titles with you today that have me itching to get up and go experience the goddesses of these places:
Savage Breast by Tim Ward
With a wonderful narrative voice, Ward blends myth and history with his own personal quest, pursuing the vestiges of goddess culture from the Minoans to the Anatolian plains. Each chapter focuses on a certain goddess and her culture, and Ward's work is richly informed by archaeology and Jungian principals. Ward is brutally honest in his writing, including pieces of his own fragile soul in the telling. What emerges is an excellent work, part research and part memoir, examining the widespread yet vastly different goddess of ancient times. Through his fiance and other women in his life, Ward also learns to see the ancient archetypes play out in the modern world.
Hello from the new kid on the Square! I’m excited to be joining this community and sharing my experiences with y’all.
As you probably guessed from that last sentence, I’ve fully adopted the dialect of my southern home in North Carolina, although to be fair, I was already using y’all when I lived in Michigan (I worked with a Texan in college, if that’s any excuse). Other than the accent, I love the diversity of both the mundane and magical communities here, and I’m so happy to make my home in the Old North State.