Can you find the words?

As more of a visually creative

person...

I sometimes struggle to find the right

words to describe things.

Emotions, feelings, surroundings,thoughts.

I have to admit 
for my grammer freak friends
that I probably make quite a few flubbers on the ol' blog here.

As I sit here
 I should be doing my taxes,

I should be cleaning up...

Instead 
I wanted to share something 

that finally put into words 
an experience I have tried to explain -
 but couldn't quite find the right way to say it.

Let's just tell a little story too.

Years ago when I was in college...

I found a love of reading which I had long forgotten.

One of the books that captured my imagination

was by 

Francew Mayes 

"Under the Tuscan Sun"

I don't know what made me pick it up.

Tired of reading anatomy and biochemistry?

Her writings of Italy inspired an ongoing dream to travel there someday.

I held off.

Thinking I should go 
when I finally found the love of my life to share
 it with.
That you should not do things like this on your own.
That to be valid someone had to be with you.

Did I even listen to the author?

All these years later I wonder.

She embarked on her Italian journey on her own.

She was married - but the initial "crazy" idea was hers.

Fast Forward

to me 
this time last year...

 Spring in bloom

and

 I am finally about to embark on my

Italian adventure.

I decided to go it alone with a group of total strangers.

save the one Brave Lara that I knew online...
I needed it...
and 
I felt the time
was right.
I got a lot of criticism for going.
But you just can't explain to some people that this was more than
just a "vacation"...
I was blessed to be surrounded by
women who understood
where I was coming from...
One or two in particular!
You know who you are....

This was how I woke my first morning in Italy.

Not exciting visually...

but
 the SOUNDS are what made this morning 

magical...
(turn your volume up some)

 I knew I was in the right place

at the right time after I got out of bed and went to the window.

The beautiful yellow bird who was signing this song

was sitting atop the tree

right outside my window belting his heart out...

(didn't tape him b/c I didn't want to scare him once I appeared in the window)

I shared a lot of my photos

but it has been hard to explain

to others 

what

"just taking a trip"

did for me.

Especially THIS trip.

Earlier in the week

I found a copy of  a book by

Mrs.Mayes that I had missed somehow...

" Every Day in Tuscany ".

I just finished the Introduction

and already Frances has hit gold....

she finally put into words

what this trip

did for me

and I quote her

"It is paradoxical but true

that something that takes you out of yourself

also restores you 

to yourself

with greater freedom."

DO you know how great it feels to finally see that in WORDS?!

The weather here 
has brought my days in Italy back to me
through my senses.

I opened a tube of Shampoo that I had used when I was in Europe

- the smell even evoked memory.

How wonderful is it that we have all of these things to

transport us?

 Words, Smells, Tastes, Visuals, and Sounds.

 The Wisteria is just beginning to bud here

as it was there....

DO you have any experiences you can recall
by sense?
As an artist do you struggle to find the right words
but always the right visuals?
I'd love to hear about it.

Hope you are having a wonderful week so far!
Happy Wednesday everyone!