I have been nostalgic about Italy.
Fall, two years ago I was in an exhibition at The Museum Chianciamo in Tuscany. Duart and I spent 6 weeks in a small hamlet deep in the Tuscan hills.
I painted, and also took a 10 day retreat at Miragar with a Tibetan Master Chogyal Namkhai Norbu.
We toured the countryside. A fond remembrance was attending a Gregorian Mass at Sant Antimo a tiny stone Abbey built in the 11th century
The acoustics were soulfully resonant. I felt transported to another realm. The whole visit to Italy this time had this quality of other world. We drove narrow back roads lost in a reverie of AHHH while listening to Ludovico Einaudi ( I highly recommend his Divinare CD! have a listen
A mini excursion to The Cinque Terre brought us to the tourist reality. The five sea side towns were packed Continue reading