)(( hannah mello ))(

remembering capri <>

an island off the coast of my home in pomigliano d'arco, italia has been brought to the forefront of my memory today. maybe i'm recalling the peace that the rocky cliffs birthed in me... as me and bianca (my aussie housemate) and i explored from a little boat on the sea.




all the grottos/sea caves around the island were each unique-- light spilling into the space and coloring all green, blue, or electric orange. the beauty of nature.



we took a chair lift (literally.) up to the highest point on the island-- above anacapri-- where the mist kissed our faces, and all was completely still.



the chair lift was extended over hilly, green green vegetable and flower gardens... it felt like an eagle had dropped a thread for you to swing on as you went up and up and up into the path of the wind and the clouds.



we tresspassed-- jumping over a bit of a fence-- to find an orange spotted rock lookout of the rest of the island. such rest in that place of quiet. nothing consumer. nothing demanding. nothing but ourselves, the island, and the sea.


there's something about ports that is always exciting. the place that welcomes newness always-- the place that is always meeting eyes of strangers and opening up spaces for exploration. i love it.



the tiny piazzetta church that was simply there. not overtaking the space, but a rock of consistency nonetheless.



i talked with bianca today. she's now in london with her boyfriend making lasagna... :)

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THOUGHTS ON MEMORY <><><><><><><>

there's something about memory... i was chewing on it yesterday.
sometimes i only remember the FACTS of a past experience. so i wonder: was i unattached emotionally at the time? or do i just not recall the emotion of that moment? sometimes the memory is so rich and so colorful-- full. sometimes it's empty. framework only. i wonder if that's a symptom of past distraction or if it's a fatality caused by time. ...?

posted by )(( hannah mello ))( @ 3:28 PM