
View from Agrilia Monastery
More blessings from Kephallonia!

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The old bell tower with St Kosmas church



St Kosmas Aitolos church
St Kosmas Aitolos church at the monastery, where St Kosmas preached


View from Agrilia Monastery
More blessings from Kephallonia!

1.
The old bell tower with St Kosmas church



St Kosmas Aitolos church
St Kosmas Aitolos church at the monastery, where St Kosmas preached


Remember the little things- lifting the leaves–a Peace Plant and Basil miracles
Dear Friends in Christ
Christ is Risen!
My peace plant that one Parishioner gave to me earlier this year is thriving. I was reading about the care of Peace Lilies and it said in the blog that when they need some water they will tell you as their leaves will begin to droop. Do not overwater! Plants may speak to us but what about us speaking to the plants? Eyebrows were raised some years ago when a prominent person admitted to talking to plants. I did not think this was odd.
Whilst not indulging in philosophical debate or tiresome monologue with my plants, I often say “Christ is Risen!” to them and show them a little attention by making sure that they have light, warmth, sustenance and care. Love, it seems, lifts the leaves.
I am reminded that God created the plants by speaking and they came into being:
Genesis 1:11-13
11 Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. 12 The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. 13 And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.
We have been placed on this earth as stewards of God’s creation.
Our Lord Jesus Christ told us to behold the lilies of the field and that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. (Matthew 6:28) Indeed!
If speaking kindly words to plants helps them to grow, how much more will speaking encouraging words to our fellow humans help them develop and “lift their leaves”. We humans, it seems, require much the same as plants: love, warmth, sustenance, light and care.
I also want to share with you the little miracle that a parishioner witnessed back in 2013 when he transferred his Basil to Holy Water!

Glory to God
Love and prayers
Eν Χριστώ
Father Pustinnyk

The remaining red flowers from the Epitaphion have been replenished with beautiful irises.


Dear friends in Christ
Christ is Risen!
I forward some beautiful photos of the Monastery of Panagia Agrilia in Sami, Kephalonia with the permission of A.S. I know the place well. The little chapel that you see is not the main monastery but next to the old tower. The little place to the right under the tree is where St Kosmas Aitolos preached. The Fresco inside shows St Ephraim and St Panagis -the local saint of Lixouri whose relics I have carried in procession and which emit great fragrance.
My prayers





Two more photos. I think the path featured in the first photo is the one to the fictional and purpose built village featured in the film Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. The second photo is of the old tower next to Agrilia Monastery with lovely spring wild flowers.


Eν Χριστώ
A Joyous Pustinnyk
PS. One of the faithful was asking about the saint on the fresco in the Chapel at Agrilia in Sami Kefalonia from the photos. He is the “other saint” of Kefalonia, the most well known being St.Gerasimos. He is St Panagis Bassias of Lixouri. Feast day 7th June. you can read about his life on “Mystagogy”at johnsanidopoulos.com


Christ is Risen! A miracle at St. George church in New Moudania, Chalkidiki. 18 days after the Epitaphios, all lillies “looking”towards Him are sprouting anew! Glory to God for all things!






Christ is Risen! A miracle at St. George church in New Moudania, Chalkidiki. 18 days after the Epitaphios, all lillies “looking”towards Him are sprouting anew! Glory to God for all things!


By a Joyous Pustinnyk


By a Joyous Pustinnyk

A photoblog by the joyous Pustinnyk




The gentle light of evening. No prison bars, only shades of light!