Arriving in Ancona
A few shots from the start of a new adventure
I had no idea what to expect in Ancona. I have never been to this city and the travel to get here was a bit complicated. As we approached it from above part of the coastline resembled a deep blue whale rising, and something about this sudden appearance touched me. I was certainly in a new place and the stress of the world diminished; even temporarily.
I was very lucky. The staff at our hotel was very thoughtful and gave me fruit and lavender; my room includes a nice long white table for writing and a wide angel view of a section of the harbor. There are two massive cruise ships, but all is relatively quiet. There is a full moon tonight but I haven’t seen it as there is cloud cover. But I can feel it. There is a very nice Romanesque church up the street, possibly early 12th century. Tomorrow I will visit and send a report.
Tonight I am just resting. I am reading an interesting book called by The Cabinet by the South Korean writer Un-Su Kim. I picked it up at random and was quickly intrigued. Now I think I will turn in and read some, or put on the Italian detective channel. Both plans are good. But first I have to drink water, brush my teeth and look again for the moon. I have just discovered there is a Miami CSI episode dubbed in Italian on the Top Crime station. (I love Horatio Caine) I think I will leave it on and read the book and hopefully fall asleep. Tomorrow the church, a theatre and some back street exploring.
Tonight, if the clouds lift, I may spot our moon, deliriously full.
Good dreams for all…..
A deep blue whale rising indeed and I understand what touched you. Just looking at the photo touches me. All I know of Ancona is that it is the home of the Frasassi caves, which, when I was a little girl, fascinated me. I dreamed of the underground caves and huge halls with columns of stalactites, stalagmites, the limestone formations formed over centuries. I don’t know how far you are from the caves, but maybe you’ll get to see.
I’ll welcome anything you share; the photo from your window is beautiful. Thank you for stopping in to say hello. Wishing you a restful night and sending warm wishes to all.
Tonight Patti I have to tell you that : You saved me when Iwas a teenager. You helped me survive the death of my little sister and my father. Patti you were my drug during my young years, my elixir containing the tools and the method to survive my damaged reality. Patti, you were my “Rimbaud”, my light. I say thank you for that. Here are the lyrics of the song I wrote for you.
It's been released on the 6th of november :
"Dear patti, You don't know me
And certainly you've never heard of me.
You patti, will never hear of me
My lonely words will be lost at sea,
Somewhere on the earth
Or somewhere in the universe.
Your voice healed me -was stronger than my tears
Is still sounding in my ears.
Believe me patti I must tell you
I've been saved by you, you – you! you! you!
You saved me from death
You saved me from myself
You saved me from despair
Saved me from nightmares - My dark and hurt reality!
Please trust me you'd something to give.
Don't worry you HAD something to give.
I don't know if Jesus died for me
But I would like it to be.
For ever and ever that's my plea
For ever and ever let it be.
Dancing barefoot in my teenage room
Headphones on till the end of the moon.
Ooo dear patti, you set at least one free
No doubt about it : it was me, me – me! me! me!..
You saved me from death
You saved me from myself
You saved me from despair
Saved me from nightmares - My dark and hurt reality!
On chords - E - D - A an' G you gave me your energy …...
E- n- e -r -g- y e- n- e -r -g- y Energy …..."
You can listen to it here : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEJ-HFQUmgc&list=OLAK5uy_lkIP5jP12LLVdtKqt-pdzCCb2MkvG1fSE (I'm still shooting the music video).
Enjoy Your trip in Ancona, enjoy The full moon even behind the clouds. Enjoy you readings. Enjoy your long white table to write your marvelous words.
I know your connected to the light. I pray for You.
Kiss & Love from Grenoble, France
Marianic