Now that I’ve bought my ticket I am longing for the sea, to be surrounded by the blue-green of the island and to hear the melodic song of Italiano envelop me and roll off my own tongue. Every island speaks its own dialect, and is its own world. Surrounded by water it compels focus and invokes a sense of wonder. One is asked to be contained, yet this is not difficult when encircled by so much beauty. It seeps into you and you take on the rhythm of the island.
This will be a special trip; I can feel it brewing inside of me, not only for myself, but also for Patricia and our students. I am certain that they will discover something new; an aromatic lingering fragrance, which emanates from the island and their own creative memory, will free their hand, and take them to interior landscapes where they have never been. Or the song of the wind will enter their dreams, and like an invisible hand it will point the way toward opening.