Liberation.

At Trebbia River

My time in Italy was freeing. I went with my bestie and we stayed in her dad's place on the edge of Milan. How many times did we go into Milan city? Once. And we only bought food and crystals, not even clothes.

The rest of the time we spent in natural places. We hiked up a mountain, sat by a lake and relaxed on a river. I spent so much time in nature, admiring nature, immersing myself in nature - it was like I was seeing my Sensibility & Romanticism module in a physical form. I wrote a lot out there. I was inspired.

The bestie is pretty spiritual and has been teaching me bits and pieces of how to be happy by trusting the Law of Attraction and your inner being and such. It's quite useful for managing the day to day stressors of life and has helped me a lot in the past couple of years. During our time in Italy, we even did some mediation (without even meaning to, I think). I could feel myself changing, growing in strength and character. I was, essentially, becoming an independent being. A true Electric Lady, maybe. (Definitely.)

This morning I woke up with the sun and went jogging. Then I ate some fruit (every meal is an opportunity to eat fruit in Italy, apparently) and did productive things with my day. It was beautiful and I'm happy to be back home, if only to apply the lessons Italy taught me. Not only in my life but also in my writing.

Boy, do I have things to write about! Butterflies have suddenly taken on a huge significance in my symbolism pool. I've also managed to figure out the skeleton of the plot for my next story. It will be awesome - but first I've got to complete my current one. And, y'know, edit it and stuff. Not to mention that dissertation which I'm currently researching. I've got lots to get done this summer and I'm looking forward to all of it!