Enmeshed in soulful creation.

I am very much alive. And with it. At an Italian open air market.  On a mild and sunny Saturday morning. In my city. Carbonia. On the island of Sardinia. In the Mediterranean Sea. No other place I'd rather be. Than weaving through the narrow lanes of the open market. Sniffing and gazing. At the fresh produce. Cheeses and olives. Fresh fish, too. A wonderland. True paradise. I have bought a thick loaf of bread. Hand-sliced. And doughnuts. Some creme-filled. I bump into people. Italians. Italians. Italians everywhere.   I hear the sounds of voices. Melodic.  Words. That sound like sweet music.  Yes, I am alive. Conscious. Enmeshed in soulful creation.  --Jim Broede