Gosh, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face, twenty-one months precisely. I can only imagine your sun-kissed shadows, the way the wind whips in the cold winter months, the sound of your animals going out to pasture and the lingering sensation of a well aged mirto sipped between my lips. For one day soon, I shall return to your green pastures, and help seed our own garden, made from love.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Love
Never in my life have I been so captivated by a place and it’s people. Sardinia is truly and island of magnificent wonder; she’s yours to discover … I dare you.
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge by WordPress. To see more posts about love, click here.
Go! Get your heart on, what ya waiting for?
It was two years before I could make it back to my home country. Two years of wishing, and needing your little hearts and hands around my body.
Surprises are meant to surprise. And I sure showed you. Continue reading
Three years ago today I boarded flight #16. Toronto to Rome. From Rome I boarded another flight to my home, Sardegna. I can’t believe three years have already passed. It seems just like yesterday I was kissing my loved ones good-bye. The person I was then is not the same person I am now. I have grown-up. My life far and different from those I left. Continue reading
I’d like to introduce you to another wicked woman blogger, she is why I began to blog. I’ve known her for many years and we have drunk down many a Guinness together even leaving the Guinness draft tap running one busy night, slinging pints of Ireland’s finest at waiting patrons. We’ve also got our complete-stellar funk-out, dancing to the Smoothies, where only the Lions dare roam. Those were the times, sometimes hard, sometimes good. Life took it’s turn down a windy road and there were a few years of distance. Fastforward to the phenom of Facebook and we reunite through the wonderous virtual pages of Facebook. Her life blossoming like no other, our past behind us and the future ahead we salute each other to good health and happiness.
Around Christmastime 2010 a surprise arrived in the mail. Now I’m not going to tell you everything that was in this beautiful gift, but know it was the most sentimental surprise someone could find.
Who? Who?
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In her words …
Morals and values
stripped aside,
in your corner trying to hide.
Through that gape in your heart
that you left for me.
You are higher than a kite,
and sick of the fight.
Words go round and round.
There is no conclusion,
nothing found.
In dire straights;
love like chocolate
I never looked back.
You’re thick like honey,
it ain’t about the money.
Cage an animal and wait.
Soon you will see the anger, the pace;
and that long look on my face.
Ask me why? And I tell no lies.
Truth you don’t like,
you don’t believe.
Anything said.
Stuck in your head,
you not are right.
Come on; put up your fists
Let’s fight.
Ready for a good pounding,
You dog hounding.
Even though we are oceans apart,
I hope you know you are deep in my heart.
I remember all the good times past,
And how you would make each moment last.
I am so proud of all the things you do,
But most of all I’m proud of you.
Thank you for all the wonderful things you’ve done,
At times I’m sure it wasn’t much fun.
But you grinned and beared it from the start,
Not knowing if things would fall apart.
You are the glue on the camels back,
Life doesn’t get better then that.
Today is the day that I recognize you,
And all the things that Moms know how to do.
Thank you for making me the woman I am today,
It was difficult I know, I just wanted to go out and play.
I’m a better person because of you.
And I want you to know that:
Happy Smiling Sardinian Children
The smiles are wide here. They are full of hope and filled with laughter. This I learned at a family gathering last night. There were twenty-one Sards, one Italian and one Canadian at this festival which was held a few mountains over from ours. From the moment we entered the door with our ‘permesso,’ the radiant smiles never stopped.
After making the round of the usual kiss on both cheeks to everyone in attendance we set upon duties for the nightly meal. Mine consisted of grating five pounds of Continue reading
The sirens wailed in the wet mountain air and stopped. They are close, too close. I put down my book and surveyed the damp valley below. But I can’t see them. The sirens start again. I see the ambulance turn … Continue reading
My Sardinian Life 