After leading our Stirring Sicily tour, these last few days in Sicily were jam-packed with research-touring. Fortunately, amidst the hustle, I had a few moments of quiet in the mountains in the center of the island on Aldo’s farm. You’ll meet Aldo another time. Years ago, during my first visits to Sicily, I’d see the mountains from the autostrada. From the confines of the car, I longed to touch them with my feet, to breathe in their air and their energy. During my visit this time, I was able to do that.
At this spot, my shoes were caked with mud and I filled my lungs with crisp, clean sky. The energy of the Great Mother rendered me speechless, emotional, and moved.
