when the wind blows . . . it is the soft, gentle Italian breeze, whipping the chaotic thoughts from my mind. The serenity is most astonishing . . . as I cannot remember when it felt so good to not think of a single thing . . . to just vanish from the responsibilities of life, but without the concern of "what if" . . . what if I forgot this, what if I forgot to do that . . .it is finding the ultimate sense of being a "human being", not a human doing. We all do so much some days, we lose ourselves . . we lose our place of peace, our sense of what matters most in this life. In Puglia, I find it anew, waiting each new morning like the sun. It never fails me, it is always there . . . like the birds, the flowers, the sky, the Adriatic . . . it is a constant companion, and I wouldn't ask for anything more!

Let your peace come to the surface, like the foam on your favorite coffee concoction. It is waiting there to be released, to be freed . . . like your inner child! Let Chemarci help you find your true sense of self . . .

Buona domenica! Cheryl