Olivia’s Journal

musings from an Italian homestead

  • Girovago, the drifter
    In this allegory, a conversation between a grandmother and her grandchild, I explore some of what makes a community strong, …
  • How’s the weather?
    Weather as a topic of conversation has probably been around for as long as humans have talked with each other. …
  • What’s next?
    Recently, I’ve been reflecting on what it means to me to live sustainably. I say ‘to me’ because I think …
  • Clearing Paths
    I. Blessed rain after two months of cold earth turning to dust. I find myself inside with my pieces of …
  • Masquerade
    The other evening at a village council meeting, I was suddenly struck by the scene of this round of human …
  • Summer Bookends
     5th June Maybe because it rained most of April and much of May, maybe because countries are determined to open …
  • Circles that sustain me
    Circles have no corners to hide in, they are not hierarchical, the line is coming together, a round of song, …
  • The Stories Our Trails Tell
    A multitude of paths criss-cross these mountains, each cut for a specific purpose. Traders, pilgrims, shepherds, gatherers of wild foods, …
  • Old Wolf Winter
    This poem speaks to this time of year… and perhaps to what is going on in Washington. As I write …
  • Three Stories for this January
    I wanted to write a commentary on what is happening, especially in the US but haven’t been able to find …

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