Contemplating Nikos

“The soul has its springtime like the tree, and unfolds….” - Nikos Kazantzakis

Perpetually unfolding in divine kairos, O Nikos.

How do I recognize that it is the springtime of my soul?

Here we are, contemplating with Nikos. At least for this moment.

If you were here with me, holding my 1962 copy of Saint Francis, your meditations would be met with the rich scent of musty wood that such an old book has.

Each year, I spend 6-8 months reading, reading, contemplating a book by late Cretan author Nikos Kazantzakis. This year, I’ve chosen his book Saint Francis. (Newer editions are titled, God’s Pauper.)

In the past I would consume books like I’m at an all you can eat buffet. The void, never satiated.

O Nikos, his work slowed me down, overflowing the well of my inner landscape, satiating a longing for dialogue with both the body and the Mystery of life.

Reading. Contemplating. Unfolding.

When I’m done with this book, my learning will be renewed into a series of modern ritual experiences for The Theodore Boutique Hotel.

Until then, I invite you to consider changing gears with something you’re reading.

Read.

Contemplate.

Pay attention to the springtime of your soul unfolding in it’s Light.

What are the inextricable nuances of your soul in each moment?

Let me know how that feels for you in the comments below.

With Deep Love + Reverence,

Billy

Found in my 1962 copy of Kazantzakis’ Saint Francis