Yesterday was my birthday, the third one that I have spent here in Italy, time really is whizzing by! I started the day with a fluffy cappuccino by the sea at Enzo’s bar, where I was greeted with hugs and kisses and lots of auguri’s (good wishes). It was such a fizzy start to what unfolded into a lovely day. It is still quite incredible to me how much love I receive here in my home away from home on a daily basis.
I have been putting pen to paper for a long time, I have written articles, poetry and even a book, and yet I had no recollection of ever meeting my Muse.
So I went to meet her.
Before she introduced herself to me and made herself visible, she brought me back to my mum’s kitchen where I was making chocolate biscuits. I loved cooking and baking as a child and my mum would let us experiment freely in the kitchen, it was bliss.
It has been just over a year since we arrived in Italy and as a result I have been reflecting a lot on how we got here. Believe it or not it all started with a book. Not one I read but one I wrote.
Inside each of us there is a place I believe that we long to call home. Even though I am from Ireland and very proud to be Irish there is also a part of me that never quite felt ‘at home’, like a part of me was always treading water looking to put down deeper roots, to really ground myself, to stop and to be very still.
It’s just over 3 weeks since we moved into our new house here in southern Italy and I think the reality of it all is finally starting to sink in. We are living in a beautiful house, on the edge of a medieval village that overlooks olive groves, vegetable gardens and ancient oak trees.
Spring has sprung here in the Cilento and it feels so good in my bones. I love the change in the light, the stretch in the days and the signs of new life all around me. Our neighbour’s dog has had puppies and they are for me the embodiment of spring; new, playful, curious and Read More