Many a day was spent in this quiet place of solitude;
given the gift of living in Civita and to study drawing!
This window to the world was really quite magical. I watched clouds wisp in in the middle of the night,
summer rains approaching, bees visiting, cool breezes comforting,
the valley below and
much conversation, mostly Italian.
Whether drinking coffee or sipping wine,
this place was a comfortable refuge to conclude the days work and plan for the next,
turning pages in my sketchbook and reflecting in writing what I set out to do while in Civita.
This was my sacred space.
Now in Seattle, I admire all the choices of places I have for such duties of contemplation.
Here is one in Seattle;
dog ball included.