MEMORIES FROM ITALY

THE THNGS I GLEANED FROM STUDYING IN FLORENCE WAS TWO FOLD.  THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH BEAUTY...GUESS I DIDN'T. HAVE TO GO ABROAD TO LEARN THAT...AND TRY TO NEVER LIVE IN REGRET, WHICH IS THE UNFORTUNATE LESSON LEARNED. WHEN LUFE IS ROOTED IN FEAR IT STAYS THERE. I WAS PAINTING IN THE TUSCAN HILLSIDE (AIN'T IT GRAND?) AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LIGHT WAS FADING BUT THE BUS TO GO BACK TO THE CITY WAS ON IT'S LAST RUN, HAD I KNOWN THAT I WOULDN'T RETURN, WHICH IN MY YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE. I THOUGHT I WOULD BE ABLE TO (AND SOON) RETURN AND PAINT..I SHOULD HAVE SLEPT IN THE HILLS WITH THE ANIMALS AND CONTINUED MY WORK, I SOMETIMES WONDER IF MY LIFE WOULD HAVE CHANGED, I WAS WORJKING ON A STYLE WHICH SUBSEQUENTLY I DID THOUGH A GENERATION LATER.  I HAVE FINALLY LET GO OF IT ALL, ONCE AND FOR ALL.  PLEASE DON'T DO WHAT I HAVE DONE, LOVE LIFE, LIVE YOUR DESTINY, ESTABLISH YOUR DIRECTION BEFORE SÊTTLING FOR O.K. DON'T. BE AFRAID.
.  LIFE IS NOT A DRESS REHEARSAL