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Tuesday, April 30, 2024

The Byzantine story

I had been hearing a lot about the Byzantine culture, era and religion, ever since arriving in Greece. 

Monasteries on top of the highest mountains in the holy city of Meteora.

In fact, after we left Athens and arrived in Thessaloniki, we were informed by the audio guide on a hop on hop off bus, that  this is the place in Greece where the Byzantine culture is still strong.

Although I tried to research it on line to try to find out the significance of that culture, I just could not get real clarity until going to the Byzantine Museum there. 

Only then did   the fog clear.😊

No wonder Museums are some of my favorite places!

As I now understand it, the Byzantine Era and culture developed under the influence of the Greek Eastern Orthodox Church from the 4 th-12th centuries.

 The Empire was partially destroyed and the culture watered down between the 13-14 centuries, when the Ottoman empire spread its Muslim influence throughout Greece.


As the Muslims invaders advanced into the country, Orthodox monks and nuns retreated higher into the mountains of Meteora to build monasteries where they could find peace and solitude to practice their religion. 

That is why that area is now dubbed a holy city and recognized as a UNESCO world heritage site.

For more on Meteora, see;
https://joan-myviews.blogspot.com/2024/04/the-holy-meteora.html?m=1

The museum now showcases the development of both the religion and culture up to the 14th century, when the Empire disintegrated.


Fixtures at an early Orthodox church.
Look at the marble mosaic on the floor.

Early altars, called Ambo


It gets progressively more modern.


I have always seen pots of all sizes and shapes displayed in many museums and had labored under the impression that they were all used for some kind of storage, but I learned at this museum, that babies and small children were often buried in clay pots.

Further, according to the Byzantine, they were the ones that started the practice of having graveyards built within church property, as before these were located outside city walls.

It is also now clear that the Byzantine era  influenced a great deal of what you read in the New Testament.

Artifacts found in church ruins.






Actual tombs excavated from early Church ruins.




My greatest fascination was however with pre and post Byzantine art, for every piece in the museum showed holy apostles, saints and religious people as having dark skin and thick hair during their rule.








A garment worn by an early Church official.






Such early religious people only started to be depicted with the light skin and European features, when the Roman Christian Church became dominant.

That's an early part of history that has been hidden, so even in black countries, Jesus and his followers were suddenly depicted as being white with blue eyes.

That is totally out of character for the region in which they were born and lived and the Byzantine tradition.

That partly explained for me why the Greeks are considered the least racist Europeans!

Yup, remember, it's always the victors who write history!

Easter in the Greek Orthodox tradition starts May 5th and lasts a week. 

From we were there in late April, lights started to be installed in Thessaloniki to prepare for the holiday.

For me personally, this trek to Greece has been such an eye opener in so many ways!








Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Wining down (or up)

In my book, Colorado is one of the most beautiful states in the USA and hence one of my favorites. It is a large state and since I know I have only seen a tiny section, never pass up an opportunity to see more.

The Book  Cliffs mountain range 

 This fall we went 'wining ' in Palisades, a town so small that it doesn’t even have a proper supermarket to serve its 3000 or so residents and only a few places open before 10 am. 

The drive to get there is really spectacular though.







Palisades is close to Grand Junction , the last city in Colorado before you cross over into Utah. So close seems to be the relationship between its residents and the state of Utah, that the street signs tell you the distance between each section of Palisades and the Utah border. 

Strange since that town is in Colorado!

We went over to Grand Junction and while it seems pleasant to the eyes, us three black girls did not appear to be welcome in some places and some signs on vehicles were downright dangerous looking. 

Like the sign on a large truck declaring "I lubricate my AR 15 with the tears of liberals". 

So we never tarried long there! 

But I stray.

The little town of Palisades lies in the valley beneath the huge attractive Book Cliffs Mountain range, so named, as someone decided that it looks like a series of books on a shelf.


Here its 35 and 8/10 miles from the Utah border!

It does in parts and the general area is so attractive.

 Ironically, though close to alcohol-shy Utah, Palisades has over 40 wineries and that is why we were there. 

Many farms have grape arbors in the back and wineries in front, so wine tasting is the name of the game there.

 On this trip we booked a horse -drawn carriage to take us from winery to winery so we could enjoy the various varieties without falling into the trap of drinking and driving.

 We were so lucky that our first stop, was at Varaison Vineyards for it was the owner who greeted us and he had a wealth of knowledge.

 Better yet, he introduced us to some of his best wines.

After that, our fantastic luck ran out though, as at the other wineries at which we stopped, they told us we had to pay for the tastings.

Varaisin Vineyards

 This could be because they suffered a terrible loss in 2020, when temperatures dropped from 54 degrees to 17 degrees overnight, wiping out most of the grape crop. But if people do not get to taste the products,  don’t they tend not to buy?

Anyway, thanks to Varaison we were so well souped up, that the little tots we got elsewhere just kept up happy. Then when we returned to our hotel, it was Happy Hour.

So, our day of wine tasting was, filled with happiness, very well spent and we even made some new friends to boot.

 Beautiful Colorado I just love you, (when it’s not cold!)-


Memories






Some of the sculptures downtown Grand Junction