26 May 2007
sunday scribblings: simple


Prompt #61: Simple*

I pull out my notebook to jot down some thoughts because I want to remember these moments forever--simple pleasures of being tickled by cool water trickling through my toes, digging my hands in the sand until they are covered in damp black and gold specks, brushing wisps of hair out of my face put there by the constant, lovely breeze.

I write the date in Italian without thinking, and I smile.

I didn't bring my journal or camera because a trip to the sea wasn't in the original plan. I have to give final exams in an hour or so, but I decide to head to the beach instead of straight to school--no matter that I have no swimsuit or towel (although always sunscreen).

At least I'm wearing flip-flops and a little sand on my jean skirt isn't going to hurt anyone.

Despite summer-like temperatures, I am nearly alone on the beach. Two bikini-clad blondes, already sufficiently abbronzate if you ask me, lounge nearby, laughing and joking, switching easily from French to French-accented Italian and back again. We exchange buon giornos, but nothing more. I wonder what brought them to southern Italy, but they seem content in their world, so I don't ask.

I look up from my notebook and see the back of a shiny black head pop up from the water. Just as quickly, the head dips back under and flippers peek out where it had been. The Ionian Sea is so clear, he can surely see to the bottom without all that gear, but he seems happy, and that's what's important. I am reminded that an amateur diver discovered the famous Riace Bronze statues just south of here in the early 1970s, and I wonder whether similar treasures lie just below this guy's mask.

There's a teenage girl a little ways down, standing in the water, her short navy blue skirt grazing the surface. She's whipping her head from side to side, struggling to keep her long, black, curly hair out of her way as she furiously types a text message on her phone. She'll spend the entire hour I'm here on the phone in one way or another, but no one joins her. I wonder if anyone came after I left, and I hope that someday she'll appreciate her own company if she doesn't already.

A sailboat eases by, two men on board casually steering the craft between the scuba diver's periodically surfacing head and a rather large fishing boat anchored in the sea. I can't tell what they're saying from here, but they're smiling and laughing. The wind is perfect for sailing as far as I know, but admittedly, that isn't very much. They go back and forth, back and forth, and I think that it'll soon be time to call home and tell their wives/mothers to put on the pasta, as the time for pranzo is approaching. I wonder if they'll take a contented nap after they eat.

I put down my notebook and return to the water I had waded in up to my knees when I first arrived--earlier today, yes, but as my feet sink into the wet sand, I realize, also five years ago. I am back in virtually the same spot in which I had first experienced the Ionian Sea, when I had vacationed here what seems like a lifetime ago, when I had no idea that I'd end up making a life here, when P and Luna didn't even exist, at least to me.

I am taken back to the thoughts that were occupying my mind at that time--my twenty-five-year old mind that started to play with a silly thought of making a major life change, of stepping off the fast-track and pursuing the passions that had always been in my heart but that had been pushed aside for more practical considerations.

The water is calm, refreshing, and oh so clean--cleansing, one could say. I regret that I can't go in deeper as I have to play professional in half an hour. I laugh to myself as I glance back at the sweater I brought along in case it got chilly. The sweater will stay tucked in my bag for another time, though, because today, the weather is perfect, the breeze is perfect, and this moment is perfect.

And I don't want to ever forget it.

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*I'm posting this early because I won't be around tomorrow; First Holy Communion time round here, which means some family fun.

Have a lovely weekend everyone!

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44 Comments:

Anonymous Jay said...

Lovely musings Sognatrice, I really felt like I was there with you. Fluid thoughts and gorgeous words, thanks for giving me a sneak preview into your Sunday world!

Jay

Blogger somepinkflowers said...

oh, oh, oh....
such the perfect capturing
of such the perfect moment!
which reminds me of why i read your blog...

you do so know how to
Be In The Moment!

i was rereading
Peace Is Every Step
by Thich Nhat Hanh this morning
(i am not a buddist
but i appreciate the concept
of Mindfullness.)

anyway, i had just
underlined this:
'we need to sustain ourselves
by choosing our surroundings carefully
and by nourishing our awareness
in each moment.'

that is you
or what you seem to do.

then your write about your feelings,
thoughts, etc.
which are In The Moment
for others to experience...

you share
your abundance of happiness...
or something :-) <---see

ooops, so sorry for finding
such deepness
in your lovely day at the beach...

PS-on a lighter note,
i love the universalness
of flip-flops, don't you?

Amazing post.

So many of us forget to live in the moment. It something I struggle with but yet when I'm in Rome (a hectic, large city) I am able to.

It is the simple things that bring meaning to our lives. Those quiet moments when you can really "see" everything.

Blogger Lacithecat said...

oh ...

What a lovely post. So vivid and smooth that I felt I was transported along with you. I had not realized how much I missed the ocean.

Sigh ...

Blogger Fran said...

I wish I was there, I wish I was there (clicking my heels together!)

You do have a way with words! Thanks for bringing Italy to my world.

Blogger Liza's Eyeview said...

simple pleasure of life...and a joy forever. I love this post :)

Have a wonderful time with your family :)

Blogger Sharon said...

Do you count...dream in Italian?

Blogger sognatrice said...

Jay, thank you; I'm happy to have you along :)

SPF, wow. What a wonderful comment, and full of such gorgeous compliments to boot. Thank you, thank you, and I'm elated that you found such deep meaning in a simple day at the beach :)

NYC, our surroundings are so important for our spirits--we just function better in some more than others. The trick is to find those positive places, so you've won half the battle!

Laci, I never realize how much I miss the sea until I'm there either, and I'm not even a beachlover. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!

Fran, did it work? Are you dipping your toes in the Ionian? Can you feel the cool water tickling you? *sigh*

Liza, thank you, and thank you for the weekend wishes. It will be nice to see some members of P's family who don't live here--it'll be a mini-version of what August will be like, when they all descend on the south of Italy ;)

Blogger sognatrice said...

Sharon, I have dreamed in Italian, but it's not always; sometimes I'm even rattling off in dialect, which I *never* do in real life. Even funnier, though, is when I have P speaking English in my dreams since he doesn't speak a word!

I almost always count in Italian, but I *always* swear in Italian ;)

Blogger Clare said...

I so enjoyed your beach musings! And I love Italy. It's my favorite country. My post this past Thursday was a poem I wrote about a postage stamp that wants to go to Italy! I really like your wonderful observations of the people and details around you. Reading this, I feel as though I just took a mini vacation -- thank you!! It is awesome that you upped and moved to Italy. And thank you for stopping by my blog!

Anonymous Matthew said...

I love how you move from the observations around you at the beach to this profound realization of the journey you have made to reach this moment. It's inspiring to read the words of someone who has taken the leap and landed right where they needed to be.

Also thank you for commenting on my "Simple" entry.

Blogger Poppy Fields said...

Thanks for sharing that simple, beautiful moment. I was transported...

Blogger Giulia said...

Liar Liar...you weren't 25 five years ago! :p
Everyone was so deep with their comments, I thought I'd throw in a little humor with mine. ;)

I have to agree with them though...beautifully written!

Have fun at the Comunione:)

Blogger sognatrice said...

Clare, thank you! I have to check out your postage stamp post--sounds fun!

Matthew, thank you for your kind words. The most interesting part about all of it, I think, is that I was sitting on the beach handwriting this post all without knowing the SS prompt. When I saw that it was "simple," what I had written was just perfect.

Poppy, thank you--so long as you end up back in France for the sake of the kiddies ;)

Giulia, I *absolutely* was 25 years old five years ago! I'm 30 as I'm typing this, so in the summer of 2002 during my first visit here, I was 25. You can check my baby spoon from a few posts back if you don't believe me on my birthdate ;)

The communion should be a typical, southern Italian blast; thanks for the good wishes :)

Blogger Tracy said...

Beautiful post! Thanks for leaving a comment on my art blog!

Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

This took me right back to Italy!

I'm impressed you naturally count in Italian. I can't count in any of my foreign languages and I know several people who are fluent in English who always count in their own language.

Blogger Regina Clare Jane said...

Sounds like a beautiful trip to the sea... things are simpler when it is just you and nature...

Blogger Paolo said...

Michelle, thanks.

You made me feel like I was right there, and with May gray winds blowing through San Diego right now, I needed some Ionian breezes.

Auguri 1° Comunione al piccolo... dovrà essere carinissimo!

Anonymous Deb G said...

This was absolutely beautiful. I've had similar experiences on my local beaches. There is something about being near the ocean/water that simplifies everything.

Blogger Erin said...

What an absolutely gorgeous post! I could feel and see everything you felt and saw. You have an wonderful way with words. It hit on that deep longing I have to be back there. One day...

Blogger Karen said...

That was beautiful.

Blogger gautami tripathy said...

You have great way with words. I likethe thoughts drifting from one to the other. Inner voice kind of thing.

Reflective, thoughtful, observant.

I will link your blog to mine. Hope you don't mind.

Blogger Rebecca said...

I love your description of the teenage girl, standing alone in the water and talking on the phone....what a perfect picture of life today.....

Blogger Bongga Mom said...

Love the "stream of consciousness post", your words are like the waves on the beach, so gentle and soothing lulling us all to serenity and happiness

Blogger Giulia said...

Ok, ok, you were 25 and a half though. Don't forget those all very important half birthdays too. ;)
You and I share half birthdays during other's birth month. Does that make sense? lol

Anonymous khambagirl said...

For a few moments, I was transported to that beach, and I was WARM. Very well written!

Anonymous minutechaser said...

Simply beautiful, sognatrice. For a moment, I was on the beach with you :).

Anonymous Frances said...

Nothing like swearing in Italian!
You've made me lonely for the beach.
It's Memorial Day weekend - dare I jump on a subway?
Have a marveous weekend.
Ciao Bella,
Frances

Blogger tricia stirling said...

oh, this is lovely. how great that you went to the beach instead of straight to class and were able to glean from that all this. love the teenaged girl. i hope she takes a moment to look around.

Blogger sognatrice said...

Tracy, the pleasure was all mine! Thanks for visiting :)

CGP, I think maybe because if I'm counting something, it's usually to then provide someone an answer--in Italian--and so it just comes naturally to do the whole process in Italian? Don't know, but on the flip side, if I know the number is going to be higher than twenty, I'll count in English just b/c it'll be quicker ;)

Regina, there is something about nature that simplifies things--especially when there's no noise around either.

Paolo, I'm happy to oblige. And the comunione went well--I'm stuffed to the gills as I'm typing this.

Deb G, thank you. I hope you visit your beach more than I do mine; I need to make time to get there more often.

Erin, thanks! I sometimes find that when I'm at the beach on such a relaxing day, I'm already longing for it, if that makes any sense.

Karen, thanks :)

Gautami, thanks for your kind words, and of course I don't mind your linking to me--thank you!

Rebecca, yes, that girl really stuck in my mind as well. Granted there wasn't all that much to focus on, but it was a strange thing to see in and of itself--I hardly ever see a young girl by herself here. Of course then when I do, she's on the phone! Very much a statement of the times and probably of that age.

Bongga mom, what a lovely compliment; thanks :)

Giulia, I'm following you on our alternating halves yes, but I really stopped celebrating the half-bdays around the time I could legally drink, or, many years ago ;)

Khambagirl, I assure you, it was quite warm that day even with the breeze; thanks for commenting!

Minutechaser, thank you for commenting, and I'm glad we could share a moment :)

Frances, I'm wondering if you took that subway ride; hope you are having a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!

Tricia, we never know what can come from the smallest decisions, can we? There is something about that girl....I wish I could've stayed longer to see if she eventually put down her phone or if anyone came to join her.

Anonymous JoAnn said...

Ciao!

( found your name/greeting on Rebecca's blog)

I just wish I could 'catch your words in photography', would you mind that?

JoAnn

Blogger Patois said...

A lovely way to spend a Sunday, reading a post like yours. I hope First Communion went well!

Blogger DJPare said...

Nice life's simple pleasures moment!
And I love the part about the teenager not yet knowing how to enjoy her own company.

Blogger Gil said...

Was school done for the year (semester) after Saturday's exams? Great beach story! No water for me yet as ocean is only at 61 F.

Anonymous Nora said...

Oh, wow! What a beautiful blog. Thanks for finding me. Baci x

Blogger KC said...

This is a beautiful post, sognatrice, you relate the scene with such eloquent simplicity (befitting the subject of course.)

Blogger sognatrice said...

JoAnn, what a lovely compliment--thanks for visiting :)

Patois, I'm glad you enjoyed it; the communion went swimmingly (I'm *still* full from yesterday's meal right now at 11 the next morning!). I hope to do a post about it today or tomorrow.

Djpare, thank you; that teenager has really become a star here ;)

Gil, I'm done formal teaching for the year, yes, although I still have to give two more sets of exams (not sure when yet because the school schedules them at the last minute), and I'll also continue with private lessons--I may even be teaching some kiddies soon (ages 5-10 or so)! I hope it works out, because I love that age group :)

Nora, thank you, and thanks for stopping by :)

Blogger sognatrice said...

KC, with a scene around me like that, the words truly came easily. I love when that happens, don't you?

Blogger Louise said...

LOVED reading that, I could see the pictures in my mind as you described them....you have a gift!!
You are a great writer!
Thanks for sharing, that was a great little 'trip'!

Blogger Figs, Olives, Wine said...

Sognatrice, what a lovely, lovely post. It sounds like heaven. I'll be on the Tuscan coast doing research in a few weeks, and now I'm really getting excited! (Though I highly doubt it'll be as tranquil as this!)
All Best, Amanda

Blogger sognatrice said...

Louise, happy to bring you along to the beach :)

Amanda, benvenuta! You are going to find so much inspiration in Toscana, and yes, I'm sure plenty of tranquility too :)

Anonymous tongue in cheek said...

Simple pleasure in a wildly beautiful passionate place...it doesn't get better than that.

....Happy first communion feast day !

Blogger Tammy said...

I could picture everything as if I were beside you. What a blessing!

Blogger sognatrice said...

Tongue in cheek, no it doesn't get any better; thanks for visiting :)

Tammy, I'm very blessed, and I'm glad you enjoyed coming along :)

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