June 29, 2011
The earth is different. Instead of the soft grass edging into the Baltic Sea here ancient old worn stones greet you in their knowing. Dirt and stone, sand and dry, like old roots, lead you down into the saltiness of the Adriatic Sea and a rope can lead you back. The sun is nearer, more golden and buttery than the stretched Swedish light. To and from, we’re winding through streets that can’t help themselves but dance you. As the ancient roads rock you back and forth and the swerving reversals, cradle your fears, you find yourself at ease, racing around the next corner of possibility. I have found myself rediscovering letting go and regaining the flush of excitement, rosy and joy filled, coloring my moments.
July 1, 2011
My head feels stuffed and slow, not sure what I am allergic to, Italy? Dogs? Cats? Olive trees? Or? Italy! A place for lovers and food, the romance of the senses, I sit back and watch as it isn’t me quite like that right now for me. While I celebrate the light in their faces, I want to loose my head a little in the dizzying power of a kiss, to feel like you are Eros dropped down from above for just awhile, even it is a lie, make it a lie I can believe. But instead I feel guilty for using too much toilet paper as I rasp my nose to a more injured raw, with every welcomed blow. Despite these challenges, it’s good, really good. I jumped into the ocean from the rocks and didn’t just observe from a far. I witnessed a story unfolding, epic and passionate, hard and easy. I took some time for myself even when I didn’t want to. And of course I am in Italy so I had some delicious food, strong coffee and a good windy adventure!
July 2, 2011
Spent the day in Tati’s workshop, most of the time in a sea of beautiful non-understanding. It’s interesting to watch people tell their stories and understanding only words here and there like shooting stars. I noticed my way of listening is engaged and it’s really odd cause I am guessing at what they’re really saying while attempting to be supportive of the process at the same time. I lead a yin yoga series, translated by Tati and that brought connection.The atmosphere was sincere and engaged, I believe Tati to be a natural teacher, leading confidently as the spiraling stories of biography come forth. And just like what happens usually if you find yourself spending time in one room with the same people, connection comes :)
