The White Mountain trail, Crete

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After an unsettling ultrasound at eleven weeks, Dr Daphnis could not locate a heartbeat. An extra test revealed a tangled umbilical cord, and the doctor apologized. A nurse escorted Sarah to find a Greek doctor willing to perform a dilation and curettage. The procedure was conducted by a non‑English‑speaking surgeon and anesthetist; Sarah awoke in a maternity ward beside a new mother breastfeeding. She left the hospital alone, ate figs, and called her parents, choosing not to explain the miscarriage.

The next morning she rented a car, drove to the White Mountains in central Crete, and packed a cloth bag with an orange and water. She began the ascent of Mount Gigilos, describing her movement as a “possessed clamber” where her limbs felt like a goanna’s. Every half hour she stopped, leaned against a rock, and let out a primal wail that progressed to dry‑retching. She continued up the clifftop trail, repeatedly pausing to purge the raw pain of loss. Reaching the ridgeline, she looked down over Omalos valley, then tackled a technical final summit, climbing for another twenty‑five minutes. At the top she found a metal commemorative plate for a woman named Sarah who had died there; she read “We will love you always” and let a sobbing release flow from her chest.

In the aftermath Sarah reflects on David Whyte’s description of grief as a falling‑into‑self process, recognizing that her mountain climb was that fall. She connects this to trauma‑psychology ideas from Peter Levine, contrasting ancient fight‑or‑flight release with modern chronic stress that remains “locked in the body” because it lacks a physical outlet. She argues that hiking provides the necessary bodily completion of fear and pain.

The narrative then shifts to a broader ecological context. Sarah introduces Glenn Albrecht’s term “solastalgia” to describe the existential homesickness caused by environmental destruction. She recounts a personal episode traveling by train from Sydney to Canberra, witnessing charred Australian bushland after a massive fire, and feeling an overwhelming grief that differs from personal loss because it is ongoing. She cites a Labrador climate scientist’s remark that grief honors love for the planet and calls for new rituals to mark ecological loss.

Finally, Sarah repeats the “purging” exercise on a different mountain in the Paradise forest near Zourva. A sudden wind and loss of the trail force her to navigate back down, but she stays calm, viewing the disorientation as part of the process. She returns to her cottage, drinks whisky, and notes that roughly ninety percent of the grief has been expelled, though a lingering ten percent remains, as she continues to wail for her “partner in crime” into mountain faces.