Saint Ana Monastery, Orsova
I am sure you all dreamed of a wonderful place where all your dreams could come true...I have my dreamland and I am proud of it...So today I will tell you about it:
When I was a child I used to have this repetitive dream of me standing on the porch of a wooden house, surrounded by tall green trees , the house set on a cliff and me looking down towards the horizon, breathlessly facing the endless waving blue water shoring this place. I was thrilled and I can still remember how vivid those dreams used to be, how full of colors and perfume. That was, I guess, what Frank Sinatra meant when he said "king of the hill"...:) (I love the song, because I have my own New York, hidden deeply in my soul).
A few days back I was driving back home to see my parents; it was a warm sunny day, the road was free and I had a 3-hour thinking-about-everything trip, so, yes, I had a lot of time of talking to myself and it has been a long time since I last did that. Looking through the window shield in front of me I fugitively remembered words, my friends, the last unspoken things, the ones I regretted, the ones I could not take back, or the ones I didn't have the chance to say and it was amazing how much of our life can simply run through the mind in a few seconds, it's even scary how deep everything is stored and how many feelings can resurface the second your mind puts "the finger" on that specific event, person or thing. Of course I remembered my grandfather and I missed him, 1 year since he died and it felt like a day, even worse, I still expected him to come out of the house and greet me in the doorstep- that hurt....
At some point I entered the road between the hills and I saw the Danube floating along, calm, bright greenish blue, the Serbian hills guarding the Danube on one shore and the Romanian hills on the other, and it's a ravishing view each time I pass this area, it sets the foundation oh my little universe and I finally feel at home.
After 30 years of living I came to understand that a dreamland can be real, it can be found very close to the heart. And as the cherry on top, I went visiting a monastery close to my hometown and I can't say if it's my imagination, but it really resembles the house in my dreams...moving around, listening to the birds, watching the summer entering that place filled me with real excitement and I was happy for a few moments. I guess that's what life is about, grabbing these few moments, storing them into the heart and resurfacing them each time the dark clouds come above us...
