November 12, 2012
This is the honeyed spot where my heart comes alive. I love it in my cells & my bones.
It’s here I drink my black wine, salute my fellow villagers, buy my daily bread, recharge my phone & my soul.
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I cannot be there now. Family duty calls…
But when I close my eyes, I’m right here.
Do you have a sacred space? A place you love beyond all others? To paraphrase Raymond Carver, are you getting what you want from this life?
If not, set it all in motion now. Find that place where your heart comes alive: library nook, cafe window, mountain trail, room of your own.
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October 21, 2012
When I throw open the shutters in the morning, the cupola is there, like a gift.
The color of sweet latte.
It is moody, changeable, capriciosa.
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Note: Slides of the Cathedral of San Giorgio in Ragusa Ibla.
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October 11, 2012
A pride of lions and lionesses populate the village.
Sometimes it seems there are more of you than us…
What’s your story, Leo? Are you a leftover symbol of the Ancient Greek colonies on Sicily? (Hercules slew a lion, didn’t he?) Or do you come from Sicily’s Norman period, when your lion’s head was the symbol of the Hauteville’s?
Have you seen the majestic lions and lionesses of Sicily?
Do you know anything about them? Please educate me, dear Reader.
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P.S. One of my readers, an Irishman (I love the Irish!!!!) sent me this photo of a lion door in Palermo. It’s not just any door! It’s the door of a fabulous-looking palazzo, a B&B he recommends called Butera 28. It seems reasonably priced, is owned by a duke and duchess, and is listed in 1000 Places to See Before You Die. Thank you, dear Reader, for this great tip.
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October 4, 2012
Mario and Ettore.
Ettore and Mario.
 Mario & Ettore, or Ettore & Mario Which is which? Who is who?
Not sure.
But they’re a fine pair of fellows. You can often find them under the tall palms on the piazza.
They wear coppole, the signature hat of Sicily, but with their own quirky twist: backwards.
Mario and Ettore, you cut a bella figura. Or is that two belle figure?
Not sure.
But I love you guys!
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PS: This is how they may have looked as babies.
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September 25, 2012
No longer do I feel so completely alien.
My fellow villagers have welcomed me with grace and charm. I love them madly.
You’ll find these guys in their red chairs most evenings at their circolo operai, club for workers. (Be sure to stop and say hello when you come to town.)
Can you guess their jobs?
From left to right
Giovanni C: Gravedigger. His job does not make him sad, though he says it is wise to stay away from the cemetery at night, when souls take a walk.
Giuseppe C: Classics teacher at secondary school (and president of the circolo).
Giovanni M: Dogcatcher, retired.
Giovanni S: Bread baker, retired. They used to call him “Il Principe del Pane,” the Prince of Bread. He made 20 different kinds of loaves everyday. It was hard work, very hot in the summer, and he’s glad to be retired.
Pietro di S: Waiter. Retired.
Angelo E: Gravedigger. Works with Giovanni C.
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