Recently I made a friend who had a parent pass closely following our first encounter.
Nothing hurts more than losing what we hold most sacred. I have’t really stopped thinking of this person who I love during such a sad time.
I spoke with one of my favorite people earlier today about my lack of phone and slow, albeit gracious, embrace of anti screen-ville.
We exchanged “I love you” and plans… Continue reading
I knew it the minute he mentioned north and south Italy.
“It’s very different. North and south Italy. Have you been there?”
He’s from close to Rome, and I have family born in Sicily. I have an Australian passport in my closet. Continue reading
While I didn’t mention Monday’s super moon… it mattered.
Now that my space is sacred and empty, it’s like I’ve constructed a 21 story high spiritual dojo. I still put the recent turn of my betterment (after that) is put down to her. Something touched me that night. Continue reading
My apartment is down to nearly empty. There are two pieces of furniture left, which are disposable, and closets that contain approximately two suitcases of contents.
Few things provide more comfort to a gypsy. I take pride in being able to collect everything I have, in under 15 minutes – and bounce. And while I have seven months until this will likely occur, I’m someone who likes to be prepared. Continue reading
It has been a quiet week. I’ve been internal, I chanted a bit. I’ve been spending as much time as I can in the sun before winter sneaks up on me.
I also had the great pleasure of my phone breaking, completely. This means all contacts were lost, photos probably got erased. Of course I don’t back anything up on my phone. I’ll back my writing up, to a certain degree – but my phone?
That’s too much work. Continue reading