Do you know that feeling when, with every step you take, life confirms it, like patting you on the shoulder and saying “That’s it… go on!”?
As if you are being in the presence of an invisible guide, who neither speaks nor points the way, but merely endorses your path. Each follow-up step unfolds or emerges just as you are about to put your foot down. Through all that, you inevitably feel like you are going in the right direction, even if you don’t know where exactly the path will take you.
I miss that feeling.
When did it stop? When was I cut off from it?
I entered the tram at Schottentor station and sat down. The doors closed and a voice made an announcement over the speakers: “There is an electrical interference. We will remain here for a while.”
Painting used to be my meditation, but I haven’t been painting. Being in nature has a similar effect, but here I was, in the center of a metropolis. People say life is easier in the city but, for me, it wasn’t. It was clogged with electrical interferences. More challenging to feel one’s way.
For a moment, I couldn’t recall why I was even here.
Then I remembered… but that feeling, the sensation of being in the flow, when did that stop?
I turned my head towards the window, but I zoomed out, and zoned out.
It was when I thought I had to change course in order to do that thing…. and changing course took me from a world of paths to a world of walls and locked doors. Upon entering, I became preoccupied with unlocking doors in order to leave the walls. The longer I stayed, the more it seemed like an endless maze of walls and doors.
That isn’t living.
“Nomen est omen.”
That’s a Latin saying. Loosely translated, it means ‘the name is a sign’. Does one’s name hold a key to one’s destiny?
It seems like a pretty antiquated viewpoint, doesn’t it, but I’m going to check it out anyway.
The Roman Countryside
More specifically, we will travel to Rome and then proceed to Sabina, the region in the Sabine Hills of Latium, right outside of Rome, Italy. We will explore its mountains, valleys, lakes and rivers. That’s where the Sabines are from, you’ve probably heard the famous story of the Sabine women.
I have reached level 9 in Spanish these past weeks. Now it’s time to start learning Italian!
We are two days away.