Tales of a wandering lesbian

The Rabbit Hole

Barga Stools 6.6
I wasn’t supposed to go on the trip – but I did.

The week I was going to spend turned into 12 days – then into a year!

When I went into the shop it was to ask about the beautiful stools that called to me.

When I returned it was for the deep connection I felt.

I didn’t ask the name of the artists who owned the gallery next door, or the girl whose image hung on the walls – but I found them.

Or maybe they found me.

All I know is that before I left for Italy, I had a house and a job and a belief that I could figure out what I should be doing with my life (I may have been a bit self-important).

Now I’m living!

Join me on this great adventure!

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3 comments

1 Heather { 07.09.09 at 12:46 am }

I am very much excited for your adventure. With any lucky.. maybe I will be lucky enough to make my way over there and see you!
~Heather

2 Big Mama's Buddy { 07.25.09 at 1:58 pm }

Okay – I am joining you – but you have always seemed like you were on an adventure! And I admire that!

3 Comforts | Mid Leap { 05.04.10 at 1:32 pm }

[…] maybe I’d be more able to hear the guiding voice I’d finally noticed screaming at me my first day in Barga.  I did find some of that.  I also learned some things about myself I hadn’t expected nor […]