Magical Hosios Loukas Under Fire

Jeff–Saturday,

As you've undoubtedly heard, throughout much of this summer Greece has been tortured by record breaking high temperatures and massive rain storms bringing on cataclysmic floods and mud slides. Then there are the fires, virtually unstoppable, having so far destroyed more than 200,000 acres --another unwelcome record. Today, I read an article by Duncan Howitt-Marshall about one of my favorite places in Greece, the monastery of Hosios Loukas. It's a well done bit of writing describing the extraordinary beauty of the place in words and photos. 

Half-way into the article I came across this paragraph:

"Until the recent wildfires (August 2023), which threatened to engulf the entire complex, the monastery was surrounded by centuries-old olive groves and almond trees. In the courtyard in front of the main entrance, visitors could sit and enjoy a coffee whilst taking in the breath-taking scenery. There was also an on-site gift shop, selling local products, and a small museum. Sadly, much of this area has now been destroyed, but the resident monks, with the support of the Ministry of Culture and other relevant authorities, are determined to repair the damaged buildings and restore the groves and gardens to their former glory."

I was stunned. Places I knew well--even wrote about in Devil of Delphi--destroyed or heavily damaged.  I've seen the results of wild fires in other places in Greece, but never imagined fire reaching out to Hosios Loukas. Not with its history of miraculous survival against all odds in other times.  Then again, the article holds out hope the damage can be repaired to the buildings. The green valley embracing the complex will undoubtedly require time. A lot of time.  Then again, time and the gods have long shown favor on this place. Why should this time be any different?  I pray not, and offer up the following post which I wrote about the Monastery and its environs nearly a decade ago, in the hope its vigor will soon return for all to share.

Permit me now to take you to a place that represents the sort of inspirational magic perpetually drawing me home to Greece --where I'll be again this time next week.  

It’s perched on a western foothill of Mount Helicon, twenty miles east of Delphi, a mile and a half from any sign of modern times—aside from the narrow paved road that winds through hillsides covered in fir, cedar, myrtle, arbutus and pine; high above a broad green valley filled with cultivated olives, almonds, and patches of grape, all running off toward distant limestone mountain slopes.

Mythology describes this place as a favorite haunt of antiquities’ Muses, and from the way it still looks today, who am I to disagree?

1743 Woodcut of Monastery

Hosios Loukas

But the history that drew me to this place is of more recent vintage, only eleven centuries ago.  In the early 10th Century, a holy and pious hermit (osios in Greek) Loukas (896-953), born in what is today modern Delphi, endured a life marked by raids by Slavs, Arabs, Saracens, and Bulgarians, before finding his way into this valley of awe-inspiring natural beauty.  There he began construction of the only church built on mainland Greece in the tenth-century. That Church of Panaghia (the Virgin Mary) still stands today within the walls of Greece’s largest extant monastery from Byzantium’s second golden age, and adjacent to Greece’s oldest existing dome-octagon church, the Katholikon (big church) of Hosios Loukas.

Courtyard with front of Church and Katholikon to right

Front (west side) Katholikon

Rear (east side) Katholion (left) and Church

Beneath the Katholicon is the Crypt of Saint Barbara, the monastery’s oldest church and a place of massive stone pillars erected to support the domes of the Katholikon above—and to which it is said monks once chained psychopaths until cured of their madness.  Here, too, lay the tomb of Hosios Loukas (sainted as Luke of Steiris) beneath an oil lamp kept burning for ten centuries by monks devoted to him.  But don’t take for granted the answer to, “Who’s buried in Hosios Loukas’ tomb?” for in 1011 his remains were removed, and now reside in a glass-enclosed reliquary beneath its own perpetually burning oil lamp in a place of honor off a passageway between the naves of the Church and Katholikon. 

Crypt of Saint Barbara

Crypt of Saint Barbara and Tomb of Hosios Loukas

Saint Barbara

In keeping with the teachings of Greece’s ancient temple builders, the monastery sits in harmony with its natural surroundings. Terra cotta roof tiles, above classical Byzantine cloisonné-style masonry walls of marble, brick, and limestone, enclosed frescos and mosaic masterpieces set upon backgrounds of gold.  But only a fraction of the monastery’s legendary lavish decoration remains, the balance of the place’s precious gold and silver plate, murals, icons, and furnishings lost to time and plunderers.

Come here at sunset, when shadows are long and light practices its magic upon the monastery’s rusty earth-tone architectural jags and juts, contours and edges.  You’ll soon lose track not only of time, but of centuries.  A thousand years old, the Monastery of Hosios Loukas remains an isolated sanctuary of tranquility, one of the Mediterranean’s most impressive monuments, and a World Heritage Site.

A wave from another saintly Barbara

Perhaps because I’m a mystery writer, each time I visit places of such sustaining great beauty, I can’t help but think of what haunting secret intrigues, betrayals, bloodshed, and accommodations to the times through which they passed allowed them to flourish while others vanished from the earth.  Sure, there’s a bit of luck involved in averting disaster, for in 1943 Nazi planes tried to destroy the monastery but failed. Or maybe it was answered prayers.

But to me, Hosios Loukas brings a very specific memory of unanswered prayers to mind, one that I and many Greeks will never forget.  To reach the Monastery, you first pass through the farming villages of Distomo and Steiri.  Distomo is a name known to every Greek of a certain age.  A place of execution, of massacre, where for two hours on June 10, 1944, Nazi SS troops went door-to-door, murdering 214 civilians, bayonetting babies in their cribs, beheading the local priest.  Slaughter haunted this place…and is remembered—as it should be—so that no one forgets how brutal can be the results of unchecked political myopic madness. 

This place has kept alive memories never to be forgotten.  Now it is time for it to be remembered--and rebuilt.

Jeff—Saturday