Category — Practicing Imperfection

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!