My Ghosts Beneath the Oleander tree. Part 2

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Rhodes, the largest of Greece's Dodecanese islands, where the past and present coexist in perfect harmony.

Arriving by ferry or plane one is immediately enveloped by the warm Mediterranean sun. The Old Town of Rhodes welcomes you with its medieval charm, stone walls, and labyrinthine streets. As you wander through the cobbled alleys, the aroma of freshly baked pastries from local bakeries and the sight of colorful markets captivate your senses.

Get ready to explore the historical wonders, like the Palace of the Grand Master and the Street of the Knights and boldly venture to the eastern coast. Here, the pristine beaches welcome you with crystal-clear waters inviting a refreshing swim. As you relax on the golden sands of Tsambika Beach, you look out across the shimmering sea.

Viewing Turkey

On a clear day, the outline of Turkey's coastline comes into view, just a few miles across the water. The distant mountains and towns seem close enough to touch, creating a sense of connection between two cultures separated by the Aegean Sea. The sight is both humbling and awe-inspiring, reminding you of the rich history and shared heritage of these neighboring countries.

Rhodes offers a perfect blend of relaxation, exploration, and breathtaking views that leave a lasting impression.

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Once long ago I had a great fear of oleander trees. An otherworldly encounter at a young age rendered me absolutely sure that it had been haunted. Upon visiting Rhodes in Greece and the many beautiful oleander trees, it helped me overcome my fears.

Fear to Fascination.

Long ago, my heart would tighten and my breath would quicken at the mere sight of an oleander tree. Its vibrant blossoms, paradoxically beautiful and sinister in my mind, were shrouded in a sense of unease. Irrational fear of it being haunted had taken root in my thoughts, casting a long shadow over my perspective.

A journey to the sunlit shores of Rhodes, Greece, helped me to rewrite my narrative and forever changed my relationship with these enigmatic trees.

The isle welcomed me with its lovely history and nature, a colorful harmony of ancient ruins and idyllic landscapes. My initial trepidation resurfaced the moment I noticed oleander trees dotting the scenery. They seemed to be everywhere---lining village pathways, framing golden beaches, and swaying gently in the Mediterranean breeze. At first, their omnipresence unsettled me; I couldn't escape their watchful presence. But something else emerged too---a quiet, persistent voice urging me to confront my fear in this island of beauty and light.

As I explored the charming streets and picturesque countryside, I began to notice the oleanders in a new light. Bathed in sunlight, their blossoms burst forth in hues of pink, white, and red, painting the landscape with vitality and joy. It was as though they were celebrating life itself, unaffected by the dark tales that had once colored my imagination. These trees were not haunted specters but welcoming beings, thriving in the harsh Mediterranean sun, standing tall and steadfast.

I remember a specific moment that felt transformative---a drive through the Rhodes countryside, where oleander trees formed natural arches over the road. As the car weaved through the dappled sunlight filtering through their branches, a sense of peace washed over me. The fear that had once gripped my heart began to melt away, replaced by a growing appreciation for their presence. It was as if the oleanders were inviting me to see them for what they truly were: symbols of endurance and grace.

In Rhodes, the oleander trees became more than just plants; they became storytellers. They spoke of nature's duality---of beauty coexisting with danger, of fragility entwined with strength. My fear had stemmed from a personal encounter, a surreal presence which I may never understand. Some may view it as misunderstanding and myth, but my experiences were mine alone to decipher.

The beautiful island taught me to see with new eyes. To walk beneath the oleanders' shade without dread felt like shedding an old skin, embracing growth and acceptance.

As my trip came to an end, I found myself sitting beneath an oleander tree, its petals falling like confetti around me.

There was no fear in that moment, only gratitude. Rhodes had not only shown me the breathtaking beauty of its landscapes but had also led me on an inner journey---a transformation from fear to fascination.

Today, when I see an oleander tree, I don’t think of haunting myths or toxicity. Instead, I think of Rhodes, of sunlight dancing on ancient walls, of the breeze carrying the scent of the sea, and of a lesson learned: that fears can be unlearned, and beauty can emerge from the shadows.

Final Chapter: Rooted in Renewal

In the quiet aftermath of my transformative journey through Rhodes, I found myself yearning for a tangible reminder of the beauty that emerged when I surrendered my fears. I pictured myself standing in my cozy backyard, envisioning a small grove of oleander trees---a living homage to the lessons and newfound wonder I discovered on that ancient island.

I will choose a sunlit corner of my garden, where the gentle embrace of light and breeze mirror the calm that has replaced the echoes of my old fears. Preparing the soil feels almost ceremonial---a deliberate act of welcoming these once-dreaded trees into my life. With each shovel of earth, I imagine planting not just a shrub but the life-changing power of perspective. I plan to mix in rich compost and nutrients, ensuring that these oleanders have the strength to flourish, much like the inner strength I uncovered on my travels.

Planting will be more than a simple gardening chore, but a celebration of beauty outshining myths, and nature teaching me that every shadow is paired with light and gratitude. The very trees that once haunted my imagination are now being invited to share in my sanctuary.

With the oleanders gently nestled into their new home, I envision them transforming my backyard into a living gallery of triumphs. Their blossoms, shimmering in hues of pink and white, serving as a constant reminder that fears, no matter how deep-rooted, can blossom into beauty when met with understanding and optimism. Every time I gaze upon their vibrant petals, I will remember Rhodes---the island that turned my nightmares into nature’s most delicate dreams.

This final chapter of my journey is both an ending and a beginning, marking the culmination of internal battles fought and won. I am not only reclaiming a part of my past but also nurturing a future rich with hope and growth.

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