To The Hills…

Leaving today and as the time draws near, I pause and wonder why I love to head for the hills. Many of my ancestors loved to return to the mountains, some retiring back in Gromignana after a long life in America. I have always been fascinated with the fact that some, like my mother, absolutely detested being stuck in a wilderness, while others, like her mother (my grandmother) would return and enjoy sitting for months on end gazing at the hilltops. Why do some people love solitude and why do others crave companionship?

“Loneliness is a negative state, marked by a sense of isolation. One feels that something is missing. It is possible to be with people and still feel lonely—perhaps the most bitter form of loneliness. Solitude is the state of being alone without being lonely.“

So, I believe when I head for the hills it is to seek solitude. So odd to feel that lonely while living among many, but alone in the mountains feels so fulfilling? In Gromignana I feel the embrace of my ancestors. This feeling is without an adequate description. While I am there this time I will attempt to share the experience. For me there is a charm to living in the mountains, much like living by a lake or ocean. There is something wonderful about waking up in the crisp mountain air and falling asleep under huge and quiet skies. The environment is so novel day-by-day helping creativity and relaxation become possible.

More to come dear followers. Thanks for giving me a way to stay connected and to be creative.