A stiff breeze rustling the branches of the olive trees and making the terrace grasses sway, was enough to pause our stroll in the grove. Sometimes, it was the raucous cry of birds swooping to nests high atop nearby cedar trees that stopped us mid-step.
Each new noise or movement, they taught me, was a wonderment. We had to pause, listen and watch. Every time . . .because it might just signify something new and exciting.
In the grove at The Stone House on the Hill |
Olive grove games |
For several years now, I have spent a portion of nearly every day in our olive grove, simply for the purpose of enjoying it.
It wasn't easy to do that at first. I thought I needed to be pulling weeds, trimming, doing something. That is, until my two feline mentors, Princess and Maggie Mae, decided it was time that I understood the concept best defined by Italians as, dolce far niente, the sweetness of doing nothing.
Dolce far niente in the olive grove |
One can't help but notice the proliferation of self-help tips that fill social media these days. There are mantras, memes, and meditations, all offering ways to improve one's life/outlook/happiness by slowing down, simply calming oneself. Indulging in sweet nothingness. I guess the teachings of my fur girls were much in the same vein - they just taught by example. Peace and happiness could be had just by watching a bug crawl past or a butterfly flutter above.
My grove getaway at the Stone House on the Hill |
I honestly can't recall when our trips to the grove became a daily ritual. I was doing it 'for the cats' in an effort to keep them interested in something far away from the road that passes by the other side of our home, I reasoned.
Princess, left, and Maggie, right, explore the grove. |
Life and Love in Greece |
The two - Princess and Maggie Mae -- as we named them after they each had made clear upon arrival -- one year apart and nearly a decade ago -- that they would be making their home with us. While not related to each other, after their initial skepticism at sharing our attention, they were to become inseparable sidekicks.
Dolce far niente at the Stone House on the Hill |
Maggie Mae Smith |
We buried Maggie 10 days ago next to the rosemary where she had spent so many hours enjoying life. Princess and I haven't resumed our trips to the grove. We are both adjusting to Maggie's absence, but we continue to indulge in dolce far niente.