Shhhhh.....listen....

The first morning I woke up in Italy

I heard the most beautiful birdsong just outside

my open window....

Trilling and calling just above the faint hum of the first scooters 

heading out for work or coffee...

It was so beautiful I grabbed my IPOD

to tape the sounds.

"I always want to remember how magical this was"

I thought to myself.

At breakfast

my new pal Heidi told me she had done the same thing!

The first morning after I arrived home

I woke up at 4:30 a.m.

probably from the time change...

I shuffled to the bathroom for some water

and lifted the window for some air...

Above the hum of the first autos headed out to work...

There it was...

a similar beautiful birdsong

just as loud 

and as intense

as what I had heard in Sorrento.

 I then had a thought.

Maybe this song has been here

outside my OWN window all along

but

 I had just forgotten to listen.

Going away

and leaving all your responsibilities

and worries can be easy for some of us...

Coming home and choosing how you let your

experience guide you

I think is harder.

You have to free YOURSELF

in order 

to change your perspective.

(Mary Tribute outside residence gate in Sorrento)

Love to you all...

sorting through all the photos to share with you....