Monthly Archives: July 2013

Puglia, a lovely week

I’ve just returned from a lovely peaceful week in Puglia, near Otranto. The weather was very hot and dry, and the air was full of the sound of crickets. I shared my cool room with geckos; I swam in the warm, salty, gorgeous Adriatic sea; I saw thousands of olive trees, they all seemed to be old, gnarled and many were twisted, growing like corkscrews; and I realised each tree is an alchemist, transforming the red dust of Puglia into golden-brown-green olives. The local olive oil bread, called puzza, is wonderful. On waking, early, I walked about inside the yard of the masseria. The early morning air smelled delicious – smoky, earthy, pungent. Redolent for me of early mornings in southern gardens with pools, kingfishers, enormous angel trumpet flowers, terrapins, goldfish.

I visited the 9th century tiny Greek Basilica on the hill-top of Otranto, saw amazingly beautiful 9th century frescoes of Christ washing the feet of his disciples, and the Last Supper.

One night I had a dream in which an old friend visited me. She was wearing a black dress, very fine and thin, silky, embroidered. On her lap was a cheetah. She was speaking and many people were lsitening. When she had finished speaking she placed the cheetah on my lap, she gave her to me. Later that day I saw a wildcat crossing the wall near the Masseria. It looked so wild and alert. It didn’t seem to care that I was also there.

The world inside the olive tree.

The world inside the olive tree.

The interior of the Basilica of St Catherine of Alexandria, in Galatina. Beautiful!

The interior of the Basilica of St Catherine of Alexandria, in Galatina. Beautiful!

Outside the Basilica, Otranto

Outside the Basilica, Otranto

A fine old olive tree at the Masseria

A fine old olive tree at the Masseria

Inside the church, Carpignano

Inside the church, Carpignano

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve just returned from a lovely peaceful week in Puglia, near Otranto. The weather was very hot and dry, and the air was full of the sound of crickets. I shared my cool room with geckos; I swam in the warm, salty, gorgeous Adriatic sea; I saw thousands of olive trees, they all seemed to… Read more »

Summer!

In the garden with Betsy

In the garden with Betsy

The garden is beautiful wherever you look. Standing quietly I can sense the power of the sun working with the fleshy leaves, gathering them towards fullness. Andrew had a dream in which he was gathering fragments of the sun to give to me. The same night I was feeling very tired, I dreamed my battery was flat. To be given little flakes of the sun, what a gift, something I can work with. I am about to go away now, to Italy again, for a few days holiday, and time to reflect, step back, be in the sun, re-charge where I have become depleted, connect again with what I need to connect with. Taking Ursula Leguin to read, drawing books, pens.

 

 

The garden is beautiful wherever you look. Standing quietly I can sense the power of the sun working with the fleshy leaves, gathering them towards fullness. Andrew had a dream in which he was gathering fragments of the sun to give to me. The same night I was feeling very tired, I dreamed my battery… Read more »