Lostness. I’m really into this whole idea of lostness right now. Not loss of purpose or sense or self, but leaving the maps behind and turning up the senses to tune in. Those of you who have followed me for a while know that I travel a lot by instinct and am a big believer in the synchronicities that show me what needs to be seen. I wonder if we can apply that to everyday life too, not just the time spent on the road. What beautiful surprises might we discover?
A Reminder of the Value of Lostness in Italy
It has been raining non-stop for the last several days here in Vancouver. My energy is at the very bottom. So, a little Italian eye candy and a few deep thoughts sparked my interest.
Sedile Dominova was once the seat of politics in Sorrento, Italy. Noblemen would gather in what was one of the most lavish buildings in the city when it was built in the 14th century. The interior side of the dome shows the house symbols of the once-powerful Sorrento nobility. The frescos, from the 18th century, are original and lovingly cared for by preservationists.
My daughter and I stumbled across it on a day that we had no idea where we were headed. Literally just leaning into our lostness and seeing where it took us.
I’m such a fan of synchronicities on the road. I don’t travel to see things. I travel to feel things. It’s a quieter way to move through the world and I am leaning harder and harder into it lately with my poetry and a new piece that Mhari and I are writing together. For now, though, a few moments with Sedile Dominova.