Hi ,

It’s been four years since George, my husband, and I were traveling across the United States on the heroine’s journey promoting my first memoir, “My Journey Through War and Peace: Explorations of a Young Filmmaker, Feminist and Spiritual Seeker.” So much has happened: Trump was elected, most likely many changes in your life, (like this Coronavirus! Can you believe THIS!), and I would never have imagined what I’m doing…

When Yaya, George’s Greek grandmother, threw four stones in the four directions to create the perimeter of a small stone house, she didn’t throw far. Papou, George’s grandfather, with the help of local builders constructed a stone house that was 300 square feet. This summer house in Panormos, a fisherman’s village at the North end of the Cycladic island of Tinos, became our tiny home. Our nomadic life in an RV criss-crossing from the East coast to the West Coast two times, over 18,000 miles, came to end when I became an expat, and George returned to his ancestral roots in Greece.

Our son, Alex, was a sophomore at Wentworth Institute of Technology in Boston, when we migrated to Europe. Now an empty-nester, day-to-day activities simplified into an elemental life–the flow of the wind, the undulating sea, the hard rocks, and the penetrating sun. Over the next three months, my desire is to share some of the highlights of this foreign and magical time in a weekly blog, while I launch a second memoir called “Yearning for Magic: Spiritual Journeys of a Mother, Healer & Lover.”

I would love for you to join me for this further exploration of a life well-lived in all its complexities, surprises, crises, and wisdom.

To an adventurous life,

Melissa Burch