Un Giro dell Giardino

Above photo by BenVenuto

After a Tarot of Atlantis reading, I realized I had not meditated once since arriving. The next morning I woke up before anyone else (a first!), made some tea, and went outside. There’s an enormous log in the yard and there was a spot of sun blazing down on it. I did the little bit of Tai Chi that I know and then sat. I wound up, surprisingly, contemplating the universe. I felt so aware of my feet on the ground and the bark of the log and the sun on my skin. At the same time, I was aware of the bigness of the universe. I thought about how surprisingly calm Josie was on the plane on the way here. How much she must trust me such that even though she was in this strange scary and new situation, she was fairly calm. If I were to have that same sense of calm about my own life, would I get as much done?

After lunch, BenVenuto, SistaFlav, Michelle (in from Berlin for the weekend to help Mystophur with researching the Circo Rossini project), and I went to the monastery and walked through the garden, leaving Mystophur at home to work work work. The garden sure is big. And beautiful. And I could see myself here, spending time in this place, soaking in these flowers and olive trees. And from where I stand, it looks like if I just keep plugging away, it’s likely to work out.

View from the garden

This is one of the two cisterns I plan to renovate (read: remove the wheat field) into a synchronized swimming performance water wonderland.

This is the other one.

We also explored Calvi a bit. They are in the process of ripping up the asphalt and installing the original cobblestones. The parts they’ve already done are gorgeous.

We stopped by the ostriches on the way home. They’re a little bit addictive. Michelle and I were snapped away with the cameras and one reached over the fence and pecked her camera! En garde!

The following are photos Michelle took of the garden.

And what’s a blog entry without photos from BenVenuto?
The below images are from him.

View of the monastery from the gardenAbove photo by BenVenuto

After a Tarot of Atlantis reading, I realized I had not meditated once since arriving. The next morning I woke up before anyone else (a first!), made some tea, and went outside. There’s an enormous log in the yard and there was a spot of sun blazing down on it. I did the little bit of Tai Chi that I know and then sat. I wound up, surprisingly, contemplating the universe. I felt so aware of my feet on the ground and the bark of the log and the sun on my skin. At the same time, I was aware of the bigness of the universe. I thought about how surprisingly calm Josie was on the plane on the way here. How much she must trust me such that even though she was in this strange scary and new situation, she was fairly calm. If I were to have that same sense of calm about my own life, would I get as much done?

After lunch, BenVenuto, SistaFlav, Michelle (in from Berlin for the weekend to help Mystophur with researching the Circo Rossini project), and I went to the monastery and walked through the garden, leaving Mystophur at home to work work work. The garden sure is big. And beautiful. And I could see myself here, spending time in this place, soaking in these flowers and olive trees. And from where I stand, it looks like if I just keep plugging away, it’s likely to work out.

View from the garden

This is one of the two cisterns I plan to renovate (read: remove the wheat field) into a synchronized swimming performance water wonderland.

This is the other one.

We also explored Calvi a bit. They are in the process of ripping up the asphalt and installing the original cobblestones. The parts they’ve already done are gorgeous.

We stopped by the ostriches on the way home. They’re a little bit addictive. Michelle and I were snapped away with the cameras and one reached over the fence and pecked her camera! En garde!

The following are photos Michelle took of the garden.

And what’s a blog entry without photos from BenVenuto?
The below images are from him.

View of the monastery from the garden