I knew I had to read this book before even finishing Kidd’s “The Dance of the Dissident Daughter.” Why? So much of her exploration of the feminine and inner growth occurred in Greece.
Greece is special to me in many ways: my mother is Greek so I grew up in the culture, I went –and continue to – go to Greece almost every year because its ‘home’, and it’s where I can relax and recharge.
Life is lived differently there. There is a heartbeat to the cities and towns created from centuries – millennia – of developing culture. Meals are long conversations. Days bleed into the next. And by this I mean, there is no marking each day of the work week, tracking to Friday. They work to live, not the other way around.
An undercurrent to all of this is a deep spirituality. Ancient religion and its associated mythology grounded itself in the feminine spirit with complex characters like Athena, Hera, Medusa, Circe. And Greece’s more current (and by current I mean 1987 years old) Greek Orthodoxy.
I’ve always felt a disconnect between religion and my feminine spirituality, and the greatest gift Kidd has given is connecting those two for me. Her exploration of Mary and the feminine in Greece makes me eager to return and see the places she visited.
“Traveling with Pomegranates” documents both Sue and her daughter Ann approaching new chapters of their lives, anchored in a trip to Greece together. I found both of their journeys relatable, especially Ann’s.
Their respective experiences help solidify how these changes happen – you can feel a shift in yourself, and you don’t know what happens next, but just lean into it and it will reveal itself to you.
The book wasn’t as earth-shattering as “The Dance of the Dissident Daughter,” but I enjoyed it nonetheless.