Endless Forage

We start out lost, we learn the landscape, we build a home; out there and in here. We forage endlessly in fields of light for that approach that buzzes and envelopes and transports.

andee sorensonAugust 18, 2023Comment

Dance of Deficit

No thing miss takes.

Not the paintings on the walls,

Dominating me

Not the restless sleep down the hall,

Mocking me

Nor the missing you

Here with me

No time unfolds imperfectly.

When the last song ends

on the same note as weightless legs landing,

The ground refuses

Torrential hope hardens

Heaviness pursues

That open wound:

A dance of deficit that becomes the next song.

andee sorensonAugust 3, 2023Traveling NativeComment

Crudo

Our new Crudo Tours welcome you with the essential ingredients for connection and enjoyment while allowing you the flexibility to explore, relax more, and to customize an experience to your curiosities and travel dreams. Crudo Tours are not for everyone. They are cured with the more independent traveler in mind. If you are ready to dive directly into the local flow of Italian living and value freedom to explore on your own, Crudo is the real way for you.

andee sorensonSeptember 13, 2021Traveling NativeComment

Retreat

When summer comes and we are still?

Retreat, rewire, restore, rejoice

The spring skies surprise, provide

We reckon. What is.

Water over-irrigates wants

Wind overflows needs

What stood stands to question

Density deconstructed

Ask the babes, the bombarding green

Born clean and born now:

What do you come here for?

Rejoice, restore, rewire, retreat

andee sorensonApril 13, 2020Traveling NativeComment

Not The Birds

Down, hear where we are

Faces of what we face, forgetting

light, buoyant, instruments

of the oxygen gods

Barga, Keane, Writingandee sorensonJanuary 15, 2020Traveling Nativepoem, archive, writing, flight, human, birds, heaven, earthComment

Break

What do you tremble for?

What archive keeps you

What outline deceives you?

Break

andee sorensonJanuary 9, 2020Comment

Light in the Garden of Movement

I love the uncomfortable place I am in. I love the mystery of not knowing how I’ll get to the next pose. I love that I could choose to neglect the garden of movement but that I choose to inhabit the uncomfortable mystery of watering seeds, flexing with the weeds, and waiting to see what wonders flourish. I love the sounds of nearby gardeners working on their own mysteries. Their movement nourishes my own. Their occasional glances over at my garden scatter sunlight on my pursuit.

Food, Italy, Home, Love, Puglia, Tours, Sense of Place, Travel, Tuscany, Writing, Yogaandee sorensonAugust 19, 2019Traveling Nativeitaly, yoga, food, wine, tour, puglia, tuscany, light, alignment, distance, trustComment

Let Your Love Curve

So the vital organ forgoes friction for freedom

A new arrangement attunes-

It plays and soars abroad

On the still curve of the night

A muscle at large is meter chasing rhyme

No rest and no contraction

Just pure expansion for keeping tempo

with a fugitive song bound to peak and fade

Barga, GiorgiaMadiai, Italy, Home, Love, Travel, Writingandee sorensonJune 19, 2019Traveling Nativelove, poem, freedom, Movement, travelComment

Savor + Stretch: A Food and Yoga Adventure in Southern Italy

This Yoga Adventure is not your typical yoga retreat. Be prepared to eat, drink, and indulge while stretching your senses along the Adriatic Coast. Daily yoga and meditation sessions with @angellairwin are on the menu. Sweet communion with fellow travelers is unavoidable. Connecting with the art of enjoyment in Puglia is the centerpiece pose - our main mode of transportation.