The Rabbit Hole
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!
3 comments
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
Okay – I am joining you – but you have always seemed like you were on an adventure! And I admire that!
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