|North coast of Sicily, and the Tyrrhenian Sea|
This time five years ago, while on the island of Sicily, I experienced a luxurious solitude. (see my earlier blog
) Abandoning the rigid dictates that my mind commanded I “should” be doing and the path I "must" stay upon, instead I wandered freely, letting mysterious circumstance unfold and lead me into surprise. I enjoyed being lost and feeling life without boundary. I had a car, a little house in Bonagia, a fishing village on the west coast, my art supplies, laptop, camera, and a change of clothes.
|The little fishing village of San Maria|
|Mt. Corfanu on the northwest coast. The view is from where I lived.|
After I adjusted to the time change and recovered from jet-lag, I eagerly breathed in the Mediterranean air, soaked up the sunlight, felt the rocky earth under my feet, listened to the birds and sound of bells tied to the sheep that wandered grazing along the hills nearby, and enjoyed quietude. If I wanted to paint, I took my easel out and discovered a view to my liking, then stood still, observing and working in silence. Some days I awoke with a plan, but if the day beckoned me in a different direction, then I might simply follow spirit into the unknown. Over the course of a month I explored the entire Sicilian coast, traveling in all directions, and into the interior, finding ancient Roman temples, and climbing Mt. Etna, a volcano.
|Ancient Roman temple, standing at Segesta.|
I began to sense what it is to live in THE DREAM. Now, years later, I often experience living in THE DREAM. It is a practice.
|At the Roman amphitheater at Segesta.|
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