Snow is drifting across North Carolina today, but my soul is in sunny summer repose in the hills above Florence. Close enough to hear the church bells ring, yet far from the madding tourist crowds. Lost in a new found translation of The Divine Comedy - or maybe even reading it in Italian, who knows? The soul is capable of amazing things. The sun hangs overhead in lemony bright glory, orange trees are laden with fruit and a butterfly has settled softly on the spine of my book. Later, at dinner, everyone I love will be around the table.
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.