I don't want to tell you how this sunrise sun feels on your skin and your heart. I want you to set your alarm for 5:15, drive those 5 minutes, walk to the cliff, sit down gazing at the sea, close your eyes and experience it yourself. I don't want to show you videos of the morning fog and the mystery it brings. I'd like you to wake up with me, roll out your mat behind the house, grab your journal, pen and tea, and let the mist bring out the mystery from deep within. I don't want to tell you about the silence of the underworld. I want you to take a deep breath, jump in, open your eyes and see—and hear—for yourself. I don’t want you to read about the scents of lavender, rosemary and sage, the cicadas concerts and magical sunsets. I don't want to write about the magic of this place. I want to bring you here so that you can experience it yourself. In your own way. Because then, only then, will you fully understand all the between the lines. And maybe one day I will. Maybe next year is the year when I show you a glimpse of simply being on this island. No tours, no all day schedule to pack every minute of every day, no big agenda. Maybe some movement, some breathing, a lot of writing and doing nothing. To create space for boredom. To open up to what might arise when your thoughts have the chance to catch up with your body. Simply a space to breathe, to drink tea for an hour, to start your day with journaling and spend all day switching between crossword puzzles and that book that you only keep reading 3 pages at once before you doze off in the sun. Maybe next year is the year. #vis #issa