



Today we woke up and after a quick breakfast at our hotel, we headed up to one of the many monasteries which are dotted all around the island. The climb was more strenuous then I’d expected partly because I’ve been out of shape for the past few months. Yet hiking up the beautiful slopes of Hydra brought back many of the feelings I’d experienced before while hiking through certain parts of the Sierra Foothills and other mountains near home. The beautiful smell of pine was in the air and the sound of the wind rustling through the pine trees reminded me of many of the hikes that I have had in the past. These are all memories and experiences that I’ve carried with me from before. This sort of familiarity with the setting and environment translated itself into my physical body as well and I carried the sort of endurance with me that my body was used to after hiking so many trails in the past. Upon reaching the summit of the hill I finally spotted the monastery and felt the familiar feeling of relief which I’d felt before when finally reaching the summit of a climb. From the top, I could look all around me and in every direction I catch a panoramic view of the sea. The town of hydra which at one point was visible during the hike had now disappeared and the scenery was replaced by the rolling foothills, the many trees, and the view of the great sea. I found a quite spot in the shade and soaked in all of the scenery surrounding me. I was the first one from our group to make it to the top and the others were still making their way up the vertical mountainous path; one switchback at a time. As I sat contemplating the beauty around me, I began to think about God while inspired by my surroundings. In that moment I could feel closer to Him and a moment of intimacy sprung up as I thought about His love for me and everything beautiful that he has created. Mostly I thought about His sustaining power in the natural world around me. I feel that being closer to the wilderness always brings me closer to Him, the creator of the wilderness. As the rest of the group finally makes their way to the summit, I head into the monastery. The monastery is a squared compound and standing in the middle of it is the main church. The outer part of the monastery contains the monks’ residences as well as other smaller rooms. The open space of the compound creates a feeling of peace and tranquility. One particular monk is especially warm to us and invites us to sit down in one of the outer rooms to enjoy some cold water. As we cram into the tiny room we sit to sip cold water, and enjoy Turkish delights while many of us catch our breath from the long climb. The monks themselves live an almost ascetic and spiritual lifestyle that characterizes this place from most of the normal world and the lives of most believers. I’ve always thought that this sort of life creates a certain real attractiveness to the things of God.