How can you lose so much of yourself?
How can time, troubles, so-called friends, and life’s little dramas pull you down so easily?
How can everything you’ve done before suddenly be replaced, by this apparent chaos?
This thick, tar-like blackness through which you can see no easy way out?
Sometimes, we all lose our way. Fact. Even the greatest, strongest of us.
Sometimes, we all forget – who we are, what we actually want.
(not what the EGO tells us we want)
We can all forget our passion, our gifts, our purpose.
But is life about constantly staying on top, always winning?
Or is life in some ways simply about the fight?
The will to succeed? The belief – the faith – the climb?
Is a great part of life not about getting up when we fall?
The journey we take to get back on top?
The not focusing on the damage done, but the learning how to Reconnect.
Reflect, reflex, reconnect.
At the beginning of Summer I took myself over to Tuscany, Italy,
To reconnect with a great part of myself that’d gone a bit wayward,
The part that packs a single bag, and takes itself on the road for a few months…
Sometimes everything just seems to be going wrong.
Everywhere you turn you hit another wall.
But travel, my dear friend, is a constant reminder:
A reminder that walls are no obstacle…
When you have wings.
And some of us where born to fly.
Thank God for places like Tuscany, Avalon and Greece.
“Living*” in Europe has great advantages
– magical places like Italy are but a mere two hour flight away.
(*I use the term lightly as I don’t stay in one place long enough
to really call anywhere “home” these days.
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My plan for this year was to start out with a trip to Jerusalem,
Sleep under starry skies, seek out those ancient mysteries, and then head off East.
Well, the journey doesn’t always work out as planned, and after a turbulent Winter
I decided I needed a bit of Nature – a bit of time to reflect, and reconnect.
I also wanted to see my dear Rose, who, after moving to Italy herself,
I had lost connection with a bit.
Thank God for people like her. She lifted me straight out of my Winter Grey,
Straight into the heart of that sacred Tuscan Blue.
What a blessing to be back on the road.
We hiked and hiked around that extraordinary countryside,
Breathing, exhaling, just existing in that wonderful garden.
I could literally feel the life returning to me.
Tuscany, you take my breathe away.
You lift my soul.
Keep me strong.
Move me forward to the journey on.
We made a visit to the Monastero di San Francesco, in hilltop town Fiesole.
Funny, as we sat on the steps, overlooking Florence below,
My mind was taken back to a night over a year before
Where me and my Florentine housemates made our way up,
To the very same spot, to watch the glittering lights of the city from afar,
As I sung us one of my songs, quietly,
My Voice echoing faintly into the surrounding dark…
J x.
All photos on this posts are copyright James Dee Clayton and Rose Greenfield respectively.
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