the color purple…

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it….

People think pleasing God is all God care about.  But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.  ~Alice Walker, The Color Purple

spring flowers

italian purple

Kindred spirits…

After an exhausting day of sight-seeing in Florence, down a long, narrow street, Beth and I found an inviting and quaint, restaurant just opening for the evening. A handsome, smiling man, gallantly invited us inside to dine. He offered us a table in the corner and Beth and I dropped bonelessly into our seats, weary and exhausted. The restaurant was soothing and covered in red and white checker table cloths and the arch to the adjoining dining room was weathered and authentic. It was here that Marco and Rafal introduced themselves,and the restaurant, La Madia,  and proceeded to give new meaning to Wining and Dining.



First, Marco invited us to select a wine, and then he proceeded to explain the region the grapes were grown to make that specific wine and the flavors we would discover inside, he was right. He then recommended another delicious bottle of wine, (small bottles), based on our first choice and this was the beginning of the most truly sumptuous meal that Beth and I have ever eaten in our lives. Rafal checked in frequently, making further suggestions about our choices, as he served other tables and explained the dinner specials with intelligence and flair, to other grateful patrons.

Both, Rafal and Marco’s smiles were bright as they expressed in word and deed how much pride they took in their jobs and how much passion they found learning about Italian food and teaching people about wine and in the process using that same information to shape their futures and fulfill their dreams. Beth and I delighted in each bite, savouring every delicacy from dinner straight through to an artistic display of desserts that bedazzled our senses and jolted our taste buds, ending with a cappuccino that was truly perfection in a coffee cup.


Rafal is from Russia and he is in Italy to soak up all that he can about his passions wine, food, and running a restaurant so that he can fulfill his dream of one day opening a restaurant , with his father, a chef.  Rafal loves working with people, and his creativity and happiness shows through his bright eyes and mischievous smile.  I would travel to Russia or wherever he opens his restaurant, to sit and talk with him again. He is funny, stylish, animated and he shares his joy with you so completely and honestly, that  you feel like co-conspirator in his happiness.

Marco is from Poland and he has also come to Italy to learn all that  he can about the wine making business. He and his girlfriend worked at a nearby castle in Tuscany, for over five years. It was here Marco learned about making balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and about growing and harvesting of the grapes to make wine, as the castle owners had been doing for generations. His wish is to fulfill his life-long dream of opening a wine school where he could teach people about the different grapes and the wines they will produce, and the nuances and tastes of each wine from different regions in Italy. Believe me when I tell you that I could sit and listen to him talk about wine all day. His approach is like that of a master story-teller, his words are organic, descriptive, and unpretentious as he dazzles with his endearing smile and soulful eyes.

Rafal and Marco

As Beth and I ate, drank and laughed with Marco and Rafal, we found that we shared this wonderful, soulful connection. Each of us are pursuing our dreams, incorporating our passions into our new careers, and following unconventional paths to carve out our path and find our niche. We seemed, intuitively, to recognize one another as fellow dreamers, daring to step out on a limb, and live boldly and fearlessly. It felt like we had known them forever, like we were kindred spirits. We learned so much about one another in a short amount of time and yet, it seemed like we had known each other for a really long time.  They seemed to Beth and I, familiar, only that couldn’t be possible, right, we’d only just met that night.

We spent the entire evening eating and chatting with Marco and Rafal. We shared our philosophies for following  your dreams, pursuing them with grace and determination, not solely for the almighty dollar, but for your soul. We share the belief that family, good friends, new and old, creativity, serendipity, travel and of course, good food and wine, are what makes each sojourn magical.

Beth and I were more than lucky that night, we had an incredible meal that we will never forget, but more importantly, we found two dear people we will always remember, for their kindness, their authenticity, their joy, their laughter, and their unending courage to follow their own lucky stars, wherever they may lead.

To have instant recognition and heartwarming chemistry with one person, is rare, but to have found two treasured people in the same place at the same time, well that is an amazing gift to have been given. I think I can speak for Beth when I say, we will forever be filled with gratitude for our new life long friends, Rafal and Marco.

To Marco and Rafal, with unending gratitude for making our adventure all the more bright by your presence, laughter and kindness.

a familiar place…

Venice in the spring...

We visited three different cities in Italy in ten days and they were all magical and unendingly beautiful but my favorite place by far, was Venice. Something about living on the water and making your life in and around the water, literally on top of the water, it appealed to me in every way.

Rome and Florence have their own magic but somehow I felt I knew Venice and was at home there. I felt a great sense of joy there.

So more photos of my new favorite place, Venice.

the center of Venice
the center of Venice


Italian Adventure…

Arrival in Venice 3/19/13
Arrival in Venice

I’m home from my Incredible Adventure to Italy with my friend Beth of simplysoapsmv. and I can hardly describe the beauty and the culture that we were immersed in for ten days. Words have flown through my brain faster than the speed of light and yet I can hardly grasp any of them as other words pushes its way through and I am lost trying to absorb the fantastic feast for the eyes, the spirit, the  taste buds, that is Italy.

I took 635 pictures, no I am not going to subject everyone to an endless loop of every adventure Beth and I found amusing, hilarious, spell-binding and soulful, however, I would like to share some of the photos with you.  I found myself wanting to take pictures constantly, but I quickly realized it forced me to observe the  beauty vista  from a more practical or photographic frame of mind, and that pulled me away from experiencing the moment right in front of me. It was a constant mental tug of war, to try to take in a whole other way of living in another culture and trying to record it for posterity.

So while I go in search of the elusive words that float and flutter endlessly through my mind, I will share some of the photos I did take along the way. I am so grateful to have these tangible reminders of an intangible, incomprehensible, magical Adventure of my lifetime.

And to my friend Beth, yes we are still friends even after 10 days and nights together in a different country, I have no problem expressing my gratitude to you and Dan for making this trip possible for me. We dreamt of going to Italy a year ago almost to the day, and like magic, (Fairy Godfather, Dan), we were off for the journey of a lifetime,  Thank you for Everything.

Special thanks to my husband, sons, my mom, and mother-in-law took over helping me out at home so that I could embark on what has been a life changing event, and I came home knowing that all my true blessings are right here, right where I belong, at home. This does not mean that I won’t be off to another Adventure soon, it just means, Home really is the most magical place on earth.


canal in Venice
canal in Venice

reinventing yourself…

My friend David Araujo, who was selling his photographs of Martha’s Vineyard at the Island Christmas Fair, is reinventing himself as an artist, even if he may be reluctant to claim that title. I was complimenting his fantastic work, and David explained that he wasn’t really and “Artist”.  Curiously, I asked the woman standing next to us if she thought that David’s art was wonderful and wasn’t he a great Artist? Her reply was smooth and quick as she affirmed he was a indeed a talented Artist and she, Anne Smith, happens to own The Featherstone Gallery, in town, and she loves to show the work of island Artists. She pulled her business card out of her pocket and asked David to give her a call. Well, David may have been hesitant to embrace his creative side and declare it to the world, but the impartial and professional eye of Ms. Smith, forced his reinvention to become a reality, he’s an Artist now.

The wonderful thing about getting older, (I’m looking for the silver lining here), is that you get to reinvent yourself, hopefully, over and over again, becoming who and what you were destined to be, what you dreamed you would be, someday. When you were younger, your purpose may have been decidedly different from where you are today and the act of consciously making a choice to embrace a new you, to make a new chapter for your life, is liberating, exciting, and terrifying all at the same time.

If you are fortunate to live a long, mostly happy, and healthy life, than you must seek to shed your old skins and grow new ones more suitable for the next adventure just waiting to happen in your life. You can’t be the same person you were five years ago, or even last year, because things are always changing and life becomes stagnant when you refuse to adapt to the new circumstances you find yourself in.

In can be liberating to step out of the shadow of your former self and boldly take your life in a new and unexpected direction. It can be uncomfortable for those around you as you begin to flex your dream muscles but this is one of those times when you have to be selfish; this is your life and you have to live it doing what makes you happy and your soul sing.

The truth is that if you are blessed to stick around for a long time, and if you find this life you’re  living fun and amazing and short..then you will get out of your own way and make way for a new part of your personality to blossom. As you get older, through each phase of your life you obtain new skills and become more confident in who you are and what you want. You spend less time asking for other people’s opinion because the only one that really matters is yours.

If you reach a patch in your life and you don’t know what’s next?

Consider reaching out for all the dreams you thought were impossible, or that you didn’t have the courage to claim as your own earlier. Reinvent a new and improved you who laughs, loves and lives life more deeply, noticing the beauty that surrounds you each day and in every moment. It gives you the opportunity to live and love with a newfound depth and appreciation.

The best lesson for reinventing yourself; you will be surprised how much you’ve learned, how much you know, and how to get the answers to challenges that crop up, as they so often do. You’ve learned that nobody knows you better than you and nobody can live your life, but you and reinventing yourself is the best way to pursue a new dream.

As I have learned, when you take a step out into your dreams, the Universe moves with you and for you and reinvention is the name of the game.

                                                                                                  photographs by the Artist;  David Araujo