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Anywhere You Want To Be

Today I had a bit of epiphany. Occasionally that happens to me. An ordinary experience, a normal day, nothing in particular can occur and yet…let me take you there.

Today Meg and I packed the car and headed north with Rita and Ed and of course Bodhi. We went to a farm stand and bought some veggies. Bodhi pulled a wagon around the farm the entire time we were there. From the farm stand we went to an Audubon sanctuary that I hadn’t been to in a while and hadn’t shared with the gang yet. There is a really cool stone formation there that reminds me of Ireland and the incredible rocks and energy in that country. This spot definitely had something mystical about it and it felt like somewhere other than Ipswich, MA.

We all really enjoyed that spot, especially Bodhi. He ran around the paths that wound through the rocks and tunnels over and over again. He gets so excited by being in Nature, even taking these blissful little gasps of breath and saying, “woods”. Too cute I know. But it gets me seeing it fresh from his POV and like I too am seeing things for the first time.

It was a windy cold fall day today and we got back in the car ready to eat some lunch. For some reason we all wished we could transport ourselves back to Italy for a warm delicious meal. We even called a couple of local Italian restaurants on our way home. They were all closed and the Bo Man was nodding out so we decided to do take out from the local chowder place and put Bodhi down for his nap at home.

So here’s my point: we created Italy right in our dining room. We took the take out food and put it on nice china. I made a roaring fire in the fireplace and opened a bottle of Chianti. We had cheese and olive spread and delicious bread and wine. Meg poured olive oil on a plate and added garlic and pepper. We ate some of Ed's homemade dark chocolate for dessert. We laughed and talked about writing and business and dreaming. The fire burned in us all during this gathering and inspiration joined us in a toast to Life.

And before we knew it we were in Assisi cozy and warm and sated. It was that simple. To top it off Nick called from Assisi itself and we got the laptop out and went on Skype. He was in his favorite café and he and Ed spoke Italian together. We laughed some more and it was good to see Nicks smiling face. It was the perfect conclusion to a splendid day.

So where do you want to be? Where would you like to go? Isn’t it all a matter of perspective, of desire? We all had this collective urge to be in Italy for lunch and lo and behold there we were. We wanted to experience a magical place and there we were in a circle of huge boulders – as much a power spot as anywhere. So what is it that makes us think we need to go anywhere to experience happiness or inspiration? Why do we usually believe it exists outside ourselves? What if in reality we are that inspiration, that mystical magical place we seek somewhere else?

Where you want to be in any moment is up to you. It is in fact that simple. You wanna be happy? Then go there. You want to be moved by a beautiful place? Then close your eyes. You wanna be inspired by the extraordinary? Then go open those beautiful eyes and see what’s right in front of you. You wanna love someone? Then throw you arms around yourself.

You wanna be in Italy? Stop by sometime. I’d be happy to show you a little hole in the wall where the service is sublime and the food heavenly.

Ciao, ciao-

J

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