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  • …I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science,
    and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described
    as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…
    who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are
    on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an
    indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct
    descendents of the Atlanteans

    ― Lawrence Durrell, Reflections on a Marine Venus

    Corfu is a kingdom, a state of mind, beneath a sapphire sky, with diamond beaches

    where I go to swim and dive for buried treasures, jars, coins, swords.

    Corfu comes to me at night in dreams, takes my hand, tugs it gently,

    begs me to walk in the moonlight through the fragrant orange groves,

    and listen to the music of Poseidon's sea.

    Corfu is made up of a thousand wishes and dreams, the ones I hold secret in my heart.

    Corfu is where the great wheel of midnight sky turns round and round, a slow whirl of starry animals,

    who come down to sing with us, and drink in our tavernas.

    Look at the two Fish over there, chatting away, and the Goat, and over there, the Lion!

    Corfu is my secret garden, an escape, a place where anything can happen, where there are no limits on my imagination,

    a place to be free in the wild wind and fly beyond Time.

    Corfu is where all my inner warriors come home, lay down their swords, plow the fields into bright green terraces,

    plant grapes, and sing long epic poems of travels and victories.

    Corfu is here, in the rooms of my mind, where I walk in the cool lavender evening breeze, remembering

    a childhood of friendly guardians who taught me spinning peasant dances, and showed me how to sew golden robes to keep me safe from harm.

    Corfu is where I first met God: an unexpected encounter, not with a person, but with a surrounding sense of Light, Happiness and Laughter,

    leaving me no doubt at all that I had arrived in the Kingdom of Heaven while still in this life.

    Corfu is where I stay up late, writing at a small table by candlelight under the olives, call in my Muse, forget everything I think I know,

    in order to be open, clear and pure for the new wine, the new words that will give wings to my ever-seeking spirit.

    Corfu is the place between art and reality, a Middle Kingdom, where you and I meet and weave realities.

    Corfu is where I travel to other worlds, within and without, and explore the crystalline caves of spirit,

    where songs of hope and promise call me into this Dance, this Dance from which all dancing flows.

    Corfu is the space we make, that Love makes, the place where Love lives, the bridge that Love builds,

    Between my amazing

    unexpected life

    and yours.

    (Photograph by Alex in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)

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