Hello Dear Friends! Are you staying inspired?
I want to say today, thank you for reading Inspired By Venice. You, my friends, my inspiration, my family, and so many kindred hearts. I’m wishing you well and happy today…
How am I today? As wild-spirited, inspired…and exhausted as ever. Long, chilly week. But today is a writing day, and the coffee is hot, so I’m doin’ alright! Just one musing with you before I dive into my creepy new tale, Still (coming July 2020)…
I rewatched The Tourist last week. It was a fun treat, most especially as it is full of my beloved Venice, which I am all of a sudden, craving so much. This happens to me every year at this time, because I can feel the Venetian Carnevale just around the corner (Feb.8th-25th, 2020).
[A veiled amble through Venezia during Carnevale, 2005]
I pine to transport once more, into that magical realm. So much so, that my soul begins to yearn come the end of January each year. Alas, I cannot afford travel this season, and am not even certain when I will once more, be able to step foot on the stones of my great love…
This photo was taken the first day I ever beheld Venice. When settling into the hotel, I opened the window to a bridge, and the fog over the canal just outside was mystical. There also, was the essence of the sea. I was quite provoked by the architecture, the sounds, the smells, the mystery. I will always cherish this image, as it was like capturing the moment I tumbled headfirst into an all-consuming passion, even if I didn’t know it yet…
I long for the Piazza San Marco. To sit at a cafe table, with a decadent silver tray of coffee and delights. To find tranquility in the sounds of the square, with the scent of the lagoon in the air, birds alighting over St. Mark’s Basilica…
To roam the winding calle, both by day, and when the moon is casting overhead. Up and over every little bridge, and along every shadowy path, to the lapping reflections of the flowing canals…
To regard the sunset once more over the lagoon, past the bobbing of ebony gondolas, the Bridge of Sighs hovering just behind my shoulders. And then heading to a dinner, freshly caught from the sea…
Venice, My Beloved. I hope we meet again soon…
Inspired By Venice 
This is amazing! We are on the “same page”! I saw “The Tourist” for the first time last week. Had to see it two nights in a row, on Netflix! I have a couple of FB Groups with whom I’ve been communicating for a couple of years. I too am getting nostalgic to return. Last/and only time was March 2014. Are you on FB? If so I’ll invite you to two I most message and share photos. Carnavale is early this year; when I went I arrived on the last day, but I did witness some of the hoopla. Likewise, I don’t know if I’ll ever in this Life. I think I want to come back as an egret in the Veneto!
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I got the email! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Those photos are stunning! You made my day! I’m not on FB. I’m certain to catch bits of the Carnevale online, and receive my dose of heartache not to be there. The egret photos are so special, thank you. Did you see the book cover for my newest novel, Still? Such graceful and beautiful birds. I think your plan for the next life is quite, perfect. Ciao, dear friend!
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