I didn’t come up with it myself; there are, it is said, energy points on the Earth, some call them “the planet’s chakras,” that when functioning harmoniously, create an energetically healthy environment for all beings.
It is the equivalent of the seven chakras, which are located vertically across the human body and, according to ancient Hindu scriptures, boost vital energy and bring peace and harmony. Blocked chakras, it is said, cause imbalance and problems in the body and spirit. A huge story.
These energetic points of the planet, therefore, are not geographically placed in the same spots by everyone involved in the sport. If all this sounds like mumbo jumbo, what is certain – at least for me – is that some places in nature, perhaps at specific moments, rejuvenate people in an almost magical way.
Personally, I have two or three such spots on our island, which I discovered instinctively long before reading about the above.
One of them is located in a semi-rocky somewhat hidden cove, a few kilometers before Pyrgos Tillirias.
Years ago, the protection of the caves of the cove hosted the carefreeness of our youthful years, when free camping was often on the agenda of our friends’ group.
No forest rangers were chasing you, nor the local authorities, while political correctness, with all its good and bad, had not yet been invented. There, then, lies a slender rock that penetrates deep into the sea and ends at an edge. The water barely covers it, while to the left and right the depth of the sea seems terrifying.
I stood on the edge of the rock, with the waves hitting on three sides and the blood-red sky opposite. An indescribably beautiful sunset. It was like walking on water, like Jesus, calm and unruffled in front of life’s storms and worries. A moment of rebirth that made me change the way I saw everything around me, let alone nature itself and its healing properties.
When years later the environmental movement grew, the stereotype of the “unwashed” and “quaint” activists – now boasting remarkable CVs and scientific training – found me on the opposite side both as a person and as a journalist, now sworn to highlight both their action and the “shenanigans” of the respective governments and other interests.
However, I have only respect for these small groups, who with minimal means fight tooth and nail, battle in the streets and in decision-making centres to secure, safeguard, protect and prevent the destruction of our natural environment, so we, the rest, can play it cool under the shade of an acacia tree, for example, in Limassol’s Dasoudi, in the scorching summer heat.
Friends of the Earth Cyprus is one such group and was the first to run to Dasoudi to protest after the Forestry Department “trimmed” trees there.
And this is just a small example from a long list of activities they undertake. In their exceptionally interesting annual three-day seminars, which I always attend, I always ask the same thing:
Don’t you get crushed by the weight of the realisation that many times you’re throwing eggs against a wall? They always respond with the same answer, with the same calm demeanour: One day at a time, one issue at a time. Every small victory is a big one.
Then I return to my everyday life and look for ways to open my damned, blocked chakras, with or without the shade of the acacia.
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