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Perfectly freighted vessels readily aimed

Your cargo crosses sultry spaces

Making love with every mile to guard

The untamed tides between us.

Amazed the waves that wish you by

Upon an airborne stream so sterling,

Spun, it seems, specifically

for treasured transfers such as these.

Love, Art, Home, GiorgiaMadiai, Travel, Sense of Place, Writingandee sorensonApril 3, 2019passion, home, poetry, travel, love, Movement, artComment

The Weight of Flight

When there is nostalgia for touching

anything at all

There is coming down for prayer

and wishing you were here

To kneel before this

The one question, the next verse

Barga, Home, Italy, Keane, Sense of Place, Travel, Tuscany, Writingandee sorensonMarch 19, 2019Traveling Nativetravelingnative, travel, home, flight, graceComment

The Heart of The Heel, Part II: Recycling Life Thematics

Then, as life will often have it, love entered, and the most crucial pivot of all landed her due north of her dreamed-of destination, in the heart of the heel. And just like that - the house expands. The work of being at home is now a lifelong project that involves the ongoing practice of take-off, landing, longing, and embracing the air space in between that allows for, and demands, a durable infrastructure of love.

Family, Home, Italy, Love, Puglia, Sense of Place, Tours, Travel, Writingandee sorensonMarch 15, 2019Traveling Nativehome, redlands, puglia, italy, writing, africa, love, familyComment

The Heart (and The Tart) of The Heel, Part I: Evoking The Magic of Puglia

While probing the Pugliese playground with her two young, sunlit daughters in tow, Hilaree evokes the magic, the color, and very often, the humor of her adoptive habitat on the Italian Adriatic through her photography and storytelling, and the through the turning of local fruits and fixings into art: @tartoftheheel.

Family, Art, Italy, Love, Puglia, Sense of Place, Travel, Tours, Writingandee sorensonMarch 5, 2019Traveling Nativetravel, italy, puglia, art, photography, baking, expatsComment

One Light

One light, two lights
Two bright
Oh light, how bright
Makes light more light

Family, Garfagnana, Italy, Writing, Tuscany, Loveandee sorensonMarch 4, 2019Traveling Nativepoetry, writing, light, italy, MovementComment

The Wanting Space (Revised)

Miles of trekking above the timberline to stockpile a vision

Tuned me in to the fertile valley of the deep,

Seasoned the endurance of my heart space,

And led me to this blooming meadow

Italy, Sense of Place, Travel, Writingandee sorensonFebruary 16, 2019Traveling Nativewriting, wanting, love, florence, italy, travel, poetry, homeComment

Ognissanti

I'm not ready for immersion but the feeling of these damp steps beneath me will become a perennial part of my being. I lift heavy hands to mouth thinking only about breaking suddenly into from veganism to vegetarianism. I taste nothing new. The sensation of being relinquished and forgotten here, deep in the fall, will stay with me for years.