The return of the light

    My countryside


Today is December 21^st, the Solstice, the stilling of the sun, which continues for three days. And I register the shadow of a drainpipe with a mark now, black line in indelible ink on the outside kitchen wall. This I do at the very same spot every year. It's my mini Stonehenge. I have to be sure that the planet has returned to the same place as ever after its long orbit. I need the reassurance that everything is the same as it ever was.

I need to know that the snow has covered our Sibillini mountains as it always does a few days before Christmas and that there will be enough water in the Spring for the lakes up there and the animals that depend on them.

I need to see the starlings fill the skies with their poetic murmurations (but these are so few and thin and scattered this year and this saddens me).

Where I live between the mountains and the sea in Italy there is little industry and the air and water are clean, (especially so because most farmers use animal manure to fertilise their fields). A plus.

So, in this sense we are fortunate. But we know what is happening in the world outside and we cannot and must not delude ourselves that the impending dangers which threaten the planet are not our concerns

Sound gloomy don't I?

I do.

But all is not lost, because a message arrives as I am typing this, from Ant in Spain.

It is our serendipity at work again.

I call him back and he enthuses about a book he has found which I must, must get and which I've already ordered.

It's entitled 'Abundance' and is written by Peter Diamandis

It turns on its head the gloom and doom we are becoming addicted to, says he, and is about how innovation, creativity and fantastic breakthroughs in technology are abounding and that, although currently unsung, that they will be our salvation.

So as quick as you can, on to Amazon where you find the book second hand for a few pence.

Read it, and then we can all discuss it together.
You find him on TED too. Well worth watching as he succinctly runs through a verbal precis of what his philosophy, his life view is: 

My take on it this solstice, is it is good that we are challenged and bumped off any negative addictions; shed them from our minds before we enter the New Year.

Because we need to put our hearts and energy into new engines of survival and no longer waste our time fixing rusty old bikes.

I am happy about the return of the light.

And the celebration of Abundance.

It starts today, at the winter Solstice

Two workshops in the Sibillini Mountains in early summer which you might like to experience....

Wild Photography

A workshop with a Wabi Sabi edge to it.

The Tango of Creativity.

To dance the dance of creativity, because it is we who make manifest the

the imagery, the poetry and the song that the Gods of creativity whisper to us.

Buon Natale,

Michael

Happiness is like the wind

I once lived on a hill in Tuscany above the Abbey of San Galgano. There was talk locally of a Russian Film Director who had been making a film thereabouts and I learned that it was Andrei Tarkovsky, an art school hero of mine. The protagonist in the film, Andrei Gorchakov is a poet in exile and he is struggling with the superficiality of life in Italy and longs for the deeper darker melancholia of his  life in Russia. There is a scene in the film Nostalghia (1hr.24 mins in) where, in a rain drenched ruin, he meets a little girl, and he asks her 'Are you happy?' And she answers ' 'Happy with what?'. He says with life, and she answers 'With life yes'

The subject of happiness has popped up a lot these past weeks.
Initially, I was asked by a friend if I was happy and I gave the answer that happiness, to me, is like the wind, that it blows sometimes warm and fragrant, sometimes cold and brittle and in fact that it is never the same, never constant.
But the question has made me want to define it to myself.

If I catch the wind in my hand, is it still the wind?

Questions then, that I have begun to ask myself.
When am I most happy?
In which situations am I not happy?
Do I think some people are born happy and others not?
Isn't perhaps the pursuit of happiness a more noble aspiration?
Are happy children more likely to become happy adults?
Does schooling take away a child's happiness?
Is a simple life a happier life?
Are gardeners happy souls?
Are creative people happier than social media addicts?
Are dog owners happier than most other folks?
(The Dalai Lama was once asked the secret of happiness, and he answered 'Buy a dog')

So there you are, go out and buy a dog.

Alternatively, you  might like to sign up for one of our workshops in Italy.
Springtime and early summer breaks in the mountains of La Sibilla, the Nature Goddess.


Write to Michael for further info about our retreats and workshops

Watch out for Jellyfish

My morning swim

In moral support of Lewis Pugh, I returned to my morning swim in the sea regime this morning, after a sojourn in London. He says that courage is a muscle that improves in strength when practised.

And he's dead right about that. This morning in particular.

I was late arriving at my swimming beach because my mind was making excuses, the excuse of a burned foot (small accident with flaming plastic bag before London trip) and my mind said, take it easy, stay in bed, go tomorrow. Then I remembered that it's Lewis's last stretch of coastline morning. So I took his wise words as a spur to action and drove down to the sea. And what a difference an hour makes of a morning. Four times as many cars, ten times as many people, and, sad to say, Georgio, my seagull friend had given up on me and wasn't on his perch out at sea.

But I swam out to him anyway in his absence and sang his song to him, thinking he might hear me and fly to his black post, but alas not. He's sulking I guess.

The water is crystal clear, the air morning clean and fresh and I realise how lucky we are here in Le Marche, between the sea and the mountains. Read yesterday that 95% of city people in Europe breathe polluted air and that this effects the brain's function, that children are affected most of all. Great!

Which takes us down to Sicily.

Do you know Sicily?

You do?

You don't!

It is a place like no other

Folks there are intensely protective of the environment, the land, the surrounding sea, air quality, water quality, flora and fauna, and they are pro-active about these issues. And once they have fixed their awful roads and all drive electric cars, I think I will be singing their praises endlessly.

You might like to know that Gianni Girotto and I are running our BreathingArt workshop down there in October.

It's at the spectacular Bannata Centre

Here is an info link

So,here's a toast to Lewis Pugh, who at this very moment is finishing his super human swim and meeting Michael Gove at Dover.

Watch out for jellyfish Lewis.

Michael at 

Starstone

Breathing Art in Sicily

So, we all know how to eat well.

How we should limit our alcohol intake.

How to keep sun exposure in check.

How much we should exercise.

How to be conscious of our carbon footprints.

How much water we should drink each day.

BUT..

Do we know how to breathe properly?

Gianni Girotto.. has taught right breathing in Italy for many years and this October in Sicily he is collaborating with artist Michael Eldridge in an experiental workshop which explores the relationship between right breathing and the creative impulse.

What does this mean?

Gianni has found that the very practice of correct breathing triggers off a profound and powerful

release of energy and clarity of mind; this followed by a desire to do and make and to create in some form or fashion.

Michael has followed Gianni for years now and he has jumped at the prospect of working with him in Sicily. On this workshop he will show folks how to galvinise this energy and how such alchemy

can produce art work in the form of painting.

You don't have to be a a painter to come on the course, nor do you have to have had previous knowledge of right breathing techniques.

You just need to be curious, adventurous and to delight in the prospect of working with like minded people at the remarkable Centre of Bannata in central Sicily

Travel.

Flights in Italy, Ryanair to Catania from most Italian airports, check also Volea and Vologratis

From UK, Ryanair to Catania from Bristol, East Midlands and Edinburgh, check also British Airways and EasyJet

Workshop dates October 16 to 21

                                           
The workshop is in both Italian and English


Find out more here

    
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Michael's email
Whatsapp +39 3283535358

George the seagull

This is my friend George.

He is a seagull

And the photo above is a portrait of him.

Perched on top of the black post

Every morning at daybreak I swim out to him and sing him a song

Why, it could be 'I'm not in love' by 10cc.

Or, 'True love will find you in the end' by Daniel Johnson

Maybe 'Wild Thing' by the Troggs

Always love songs

You see, I play this game. 'My last day on earth'

I guess it's just a mind game like any other, but I like it because it intensifies every day.

What I do is experiment with my mind, to see what it's up to.

You see, it gets in the way all of the time, so I figure if I pretend that this is my last day on earth, then I'm gonna miss so much of just plain ordinary stuff.

Like waking to watch the sun rise.

Like driving to the sea on traffic free roads

Like whispering HI to cats and dogs I pass.

Especially the two Cocker Spaniels at Civitanova Alta

Doing Tai Chi on an empty beach.

And singing to George as I swim towards the black post

A note; this wonder of living in the day for the day, is what we practice on our workshops, because you see, that is where creativity finds us, because we go looking for her in the mountains, by the rivers and lakes of the magnificent Sibillini mountains.

Michael

A feeling for water

Sivert and the effect of water

Sivert, walking one evening by the river, stops on a sudden; there on the water are a pair of ducks,male and female. They have sighted him; they are aware of man, and afraid; one of them says something, utters a little sound, a melody in three tones, and the other answers with the same. Then they rise, whirl off like two little wheels a stone's throw up the river, and settle again. Then, as before, one speaks and the other answers; the same speech as at first, but mark a new delight: it is set in two octaves higher! Sivert stands looking at the birds,looking past them, far into a dream. A sound has floated through him, a sweetness of something wild and splendid, something he had known before, and forgotten again. He walks home in silence, says no word of it, makes no boast of it, t'was not for wordly speech. And it was but young Sivert from Sellanraa, went out one evening, young and ordinary as he was, and met with this.

On reading this, as I am at this moment it time, in a book by Knut Hamsun 'Growth of the soil' it struck me how it links with some experiences in my past and present life.

Driving through the low Sierras in California with a friend some years back, I'd left him to sulk by a river, a mountain stream in a wooded glade, and walked off to take some photographs. I returned to find him in a state of between shock and wonder. Oddly, I thought at the time, he did not wish to talk about what he would only say was a visitation of some sort. So I let it go.

Years earlier I'd witnessed a similar occurrence whilst visiting with my sister, a once sacred Celtic grove in mid Wales. It was a sort of cul de sac valley with a waterfall at its head. She was having trouble walking and I'd left her by a babbling brook to walk as far as the waterfall. On returning, I found her in a similar state as I had found my friend. Not wishing to talk to me but just that the brook had spoken to her in some fashion. Also on the way back to her house she'd asked me not to talk to her until that evening when she had poured through a dictionary of old Celtic, after which she told me that she had received a blessing, that was all.

So you gather from the above that I am drawn to water and old sacred places. And to jump to the present, this summer, in two of my workshops in The Sibillini mountains in Italy, I took participants to rivers and waterfalls associated with the old nature religions; to paint and photograph and to write poetry. Stranger things indeed, creative things, which manifested themselves in quite astounding work and the experience of which has had a profound effect on the folks involved.

Nowadays, we call these experiences mindfulness and re-wilding the self, but I have noticed that these experiences cannot be sought after and I never, ever put these notions into people's minds beforehand; this I must emphasise. They simply just happen when we are in that state of receptiveness which is most powerful when we are absorbed in the rhythms of nature. They come to us.

Let me leave you with a quote by Oliver Sacks

'The primeval, the sublime, are much better words here — for they indicate realms remote from the moral or the human, realms which force us to gaze into immense vistas of space and time, where the beginnings and originations of all things lie hidden. Now, as I wandered in the cycad forest on Rota, it seemed as if my senses were actually enlarging, as if a new sense, a time sense, was opening within me, something which might allow me to appreciate millennia or eons as directly as I had experienced seconds or minutes.'

Michael

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(above photo Duncan Campbell)

My Garden of Now

 photo: Duncan Campbell, Casteluccio

'Must not the mind have the capacity to fathom -not to imitate, not to be shaped, and to be without fear? Should not such a mind be alone and therefore creative? That creativeness is not yours or mine, it is anonymous'. - Krishnamurti, '

I have called it that, in various ways, for as long as I can remember.

It was where, as a boy, I would become absorbed in the natural world and in making things and with drawing and creating images.

And I have been lucky, throughout my adult life, to not lose this wonder, although of course it has often been threatened.

And this is what I always aim to share with others in my workshops, as do all the other tutors. A precious place where time dissolves and where we can return safely whenever we choose.

This early Autumn, we are trying a few new adventures; a few new faces too, simply to keep on the move and not get stuck in routine and repetition. Neither in our art, nor in life itself.

Our workshops in Italy are held in The Sibillini mountains of Le Marche 

And also in Sicily, and include a variety of creative activities.

Here are some which might interest you for this Autumn 

Michael

My Golden bubble of Abundance

                                        Painting by Michael Eldridge

'The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable'......Robert Henri

It must have been ten years since I first came upon Henri's words. And I can truly say they changed my life. They made me curious as to what he meant, and more importantly, how to get into this 'wonderful state'

And this is where I have arrived at so far.....

A Golden bubble of Abundance

Into which I can invite in or throw out what I need, or don't need, every day

I can invite in 'health and well being, which ripples through my body from head to toe like a tingle of electricity, lighting up every one of the the thirty seven trillion cells in my body, so it becomes like a galaxy of stars in the universe- which indeed it is.

I can throw out of my bubble the past and present, because I have no need of these on some days, as I might wish to be absorbed into the beauty of the moment of now, my garden of now, if you will.

And when I walk through my garden of now I can wonder at the sky and the clouds, the trees and the animals, the sweet flowers and the rippling streams.

And when I walk deeper into this garden, I become aware of a distant roar of wind, the touch of it on my skin, a whisper in my ear. It is Creativity. And as always it is searching for me and can only find me if I make myself visible, if I step into the light.

And it whispers to me of wonderful things, words, images, colours, music, song, dance.

It is lonely without us and needs us to dance with because then it is complete and life is complete, as it should be. And so we are almost obliged to return this gift by making music, painting, poetry, or however and whatever we may desire to create.

To create beyond ourselves

And we learn to connect with the good things in life and steer away from the bad

And into our bubble we can put ,too, other things we might need each day, such as

Fearlessness

Courage

To get us through the day's little difficulties, because there will always be these

And we can carry our bubble, make our bubble, whenever we desire, to both protect us and to make us glow.

It can always be created simply with the breath of our imagination

A Golden Bubble of Abundance

Michael

Read about Michael's workshops in Italy

A very special place

I would like to invite you to a workshop this Spring in Italy at Cittadella, a wonderful Agriturismo high up in the Sibillini mountain range in the Province of Le Marche, Italy, just below the ancient volcano of Monte Vettore

 From May17 to 21

It is a very special place where mother nature still rules supreme, a place indeed where succesful re-wilding programmes are in action to restore the population of wolves, bear and many other species of fauna and flora

Our workshops invite our guests to re-wild themselves, which simply means returning for a while to their childlike innocent playful selves and through painting, poetry and photography, to deepen their commitment to live more creative and fulfilling lives.

We talk about the realm of creativity being like a distant roar of the wind, which, if we give our attention to it, gets close and closer, until it absorbs us and we are taken on a flight like autumn leaves in an autumn storm.

And we are necessary in this dance. We make manifest these whispers, these messages, sent to us sometimes in the roaring wind and sometimes in the gentle sound of a babbling stream, or the echoing cry of a circling falcon.

By being awake and fully attentive to these wonders, we are compelled to make images, write poetry, stories, music, as a gift back to this source, whatever it might be, wherever it comes from.

Click here to know more about this very special workshop.
And please do share if you know of a friend who might like to come on such an adventure

Thank you,

Michael

My feeling for snow

Suddenly folks are back on their feet, they're walking, they have to, cars are useless, buried under mounds of snow The village has come alive and we are visited by neighbours who help us clear our driveway, who call asking us if we need any supplies, who spread  this embracing joy of being alive.
That is what snow does to us; it makes us human once again. Schools are closed and in the still air you can hear the distant cries and laughter of children.

This is pure enchantment. It takes us back again into the safe embrace of Mother Nature.
This air is coming straight from the Steppes of Russia. As it roars across the humid and warmer Adriatic, it thrusts upwards and the condensing droplets freeze and crystallize into snow flakes each snowflake being absolutely unique, and wham! 35cm of snow dumped upon us overnight. Isn't that just incredible?

Our minds slow down too, we are so enraptured by the beauty around us that those ever present nagging repetitive thoughts seem to dissolve and release us once again to see wonder in simplicity

I remember from childhood, and always will remember, this little poem by W.H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

This is why I run my workshops at Cittadella in the Sibillini National Park.

Because, being immersed once more in Nature, we let go of what we don't need of ourselves, of our lives, and allow creativity to flow through us once again. And we paint and sketch, write poetry and make Wild Photography

My neighbour, Enrico, taps on my window and snaps me out of my reverie

He wants me to check the state of our little road.

Michael

That wonderful state

'The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable'......Robert Henri

I love this quote by Henri, because it sums up in very few words what our workshops are about.

Let me explain by putting it into the context of Cittadella, our creative home up in the sky in the Sibillini mountains of the southern Appenines in Italy.

The Tango of Creativity part one

Days begin early.

Before breakfast we put our bodies and minds into our fresh new space around the magnificent pool, with Ci Kung or Tai Chi, and we learn how to release ourselves from what we have no need of during the day ahead, and what to give our energy  to instead.

After a delicious breakfast on the patio, the activity begins. We play with colour, words, sketching, painting together and always sharing what we create. Writing Haikus and poetry of any sort and always, always finding ourselves absorbed in the marvellous realm of creativity.

And so the day proceeds and we find that slowly slowly, day by day, our work finds its own direction. It is an adventure, not just in art and creativity but also one into the warm nurturing arms of Mother Nature, up there beneath Monte Vettore, where we feel as protected as the trees, the animals and the springtime alpine flowers which adorn our outings like carpets of glory.

For further details of this unique weekend click here.

The Tango of Creativity part two

Is for folks who have already taken part one, or who have acquired  an affinity with painting, sketching and poetry in their lives.

It is more intense, less studio based and will take us to the mountain passes and to the Gola dell Infernaccio (the throat of hell) and other stunningly enchanting places to work.

For details of this weekend click here

  

Imbolc: the changing of the light

Often times it does not look or even feel like Spring, but the light has ...changed....something that animals see, feel and react to before we do...changing seasons grew from the deep connections between us and the natural world, as we can see in the word itself, for Imbolc refers to sheep's milk in old Irish

At this time last year I ran an Imbolc photography workshop in Venice. It rained non stop for the entire weekend, but it was beautiful none the less. This morning, however, further down the peninsular at home in Le Marche, I have been busy planting olive trees in warm sunshine; doing it properly this time having learned the skill from my neighbours, replacing those which died, due probably to my negligence over winter (which so far has not been a proper winter at all). They only cost 7 euros each however, so it's ok.

So I now have 27 olive trees. A marvel.

Has anyone read 'A river runs through it'? by Norman McLean. Just re-discovered it and find it delightful to read again. Was given it by a friend years back in CA and it stirs memories of travelling in North America up though the northern western states.

But there is indeed something different in the air during these days and I noticed this just now as a light air plane flew overhead offering that softened summer sound which in winter you don't hear. But it's not just the sounds, it's also the smells of my budding fruit trees and I suppose my rose bushes too, which have flowered all winter but suddenly, today, seem more alive. And the surprise of seeing huge bumble bees tapping away at the warmed wall of our house looking for nooks and crannies to do what inside, I've no idea, lay their eggs maybe?

Is it just this time of year I wonder? A seasonal shift in my senses, or a shift perhaps in my very life? I have little love now for cities or indeed towns of any size. This is why I have chosen Cittadella for our future workshops; a place up in the sky where we can really leave the modern world behind and give our attention to the rhythms of nature, to the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Sibillini range. Spending un- hurried time together, making and talking about the work we produce, painting, sketching, photography and writing poetry.

Here you will learn to how to re-awaken your innate creativity, not just on this weekend, but how to do so always in your life, to be able to create beyond yourselves.

Michael

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Our Springtime workshops in the mountains of La Sibilla

   Imagine this.....re-wilding your creativity
Creativity Workshops in the Magical Mountains of La Sibilla

                                Painting, Photography. Poetry.

Our workshops this Spring in Italy are centred at Cittadella, a wonderful Agriturism high up in the Sibillini mountain range in the Province of Le Marche Italy, just below the ancient volcano of Monte Vettore. 

It is a very special place where mother nature still rules supreme, a place indeed where succesful re-wilding programmes are in action to restore the original population of wolves, bear and many other species of both fauna and flora.

Our workshops invite our guests to re-wild themselves, which simply means returning for a while to your childlike innocent playful self and through painting, poetry, photography, to deepen your commitment to live more creative and fulfilling lives.

We talk about the realm of creativity being like a distant roar of the wind which, if we give our attention to it, gets closer and closer until it absorbs us and we are taken on a flight like autumn leaves in an October storm.  And we are necessary in this dance. We make manifest these whispers, these messages, sent to us sometimes in the roaring wind and sometimes in the gentle sound of a babbling steam, or the echoing cry of a circling falcon.

By being awake and fully attentive to these wonders, we are compelled to make images, write poetry, stories, music. as out gift back to this source, whatever it might be, wherever in comes from.

The beautiful centre at Cittadella in its panoramic landscape, will help people reconnect with their natural selves, taking a break from their normal life and environment and allowing their innate creativity to flow.

And when it's time to leave, you leave with your creations, happy, relaxed, in tune with nature and your rediscovered natural self.

Here are the dates and titles. Simply click on the links in blue below to learn more about these fascinating weekends in the Magical mountains of La Sibilla. Good company, authentic Italian food, spectacular scenery.

Wild Photography in the Sibillini Mountains in Italy:

May 31 to June 4, 2018

cost E175 plus accom

With Michael Eldridge and Natasha Lythgoe

The Tango of Creativity

Level1:

Painting sketching and poetry, May 10 to 14, 2018

Cost E175 plus accom

With Michael Eldridge

Level2:

Re-wilding the Self – via painting, sketching, poetry,17th to 21st May 2018 Cost E175 plus accom

With Michael Eldridge

Creativity and the Business mind,

Cost E175 plus accom

Re-wilding the Self. June 8 to 12

With Michael Eldridge and Peter Moolan-Feroze

Read what the Guardian says about Cittadella

Very best wishes for 2018, may it be a creative one for you!

Michael

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La magica della Sibilla; Cittadella, Maggio 2018

Quindi cosa succede su tra le nuvole di Cittadella?

Lo spazio intorno a noi si estende e ci troviamo assimilati da uno spazio più grande dove l’incantevole regno della creatività ci sussurra (e a volte ci urla) attraverso la musica, la poesia e la pittura. E’ là che ci aspetta e vuol essere ascoltata per dare alla nostra mente e alle nostre mani la libertà di esprimersi e di mostrarsi. In breve, per superare ciò di cui credevamo di essere capaci di fare.

Disegnare, pitturare, poesia, fotografia naturalistica, Ci Kung Tai Chi.

Tutto nella meravigliosa terra di Cittadella.

Autentica cucina italiana, una bellissima piscina, cavalli da cavalcare e sentieri di montagna dove avventurarsi.

Una terra immersa in mitologie e leggende, una terra in cui furono combattute esoteriche battaglie tra cristianesimo e paganesimo che tutt’oggi continuano ad echeggiare.

E’ qui, sotto al Monte Vettore, dove l’imperatore Ponzio Pilato fu decapitato e gettato nel lago che oggi porta il suo nome.

Una terra di magia e stregoneria.

Della vecchia religione della natura in cui Madre natura regna tutt’ora.

Nel cuore della natura dove possiamo ritrovare il nostro cuore e la nostra creatività innata

In Inglese/Italiano

Volete sapere di più?

Contattare Michael 3283535358, o Silvio a Cittadella 3332553824

Clicca qui  per il programma 2018

Workshops in the Sky

Cittadella is our home in Springtime.

1000 metres up in the sky beneath the ancient volcano of Monte Vettore in the very heart of wild nature, a land of mountain eagles,wolves and bear. And it is here that we enter another space in our lives, escaping from the prison of conformity in which modern life is cocooning us, and allowing mother nature herself to open us to our birth right, to the wonder of creativity; that powerful instinct which is simply waiting to be re-awakened withn us.

So what happens up in the sky at Cittadella?

The space around us expands and we become absorbed into that greater space where the realm of creativity whispers (and sometimes shouts) with music, poetry and painting, just waiting for us to listen to, and give our hands and minds to the freedom to express and make manifest. In short, to create beyond ourselves.

Sketching, Painting, Poetry, Wild Photography, Ci Kung Tai Chi.

In the wonderland of Cittadella

Authentic Italian cuisine, beautiful pool, horses to ride, mountain paths to get lost in.

Citta della Sibilla, the land of La Sibilla, the seer of Rome

A land steeped in Myth and Legend, a land where esoteric battles were fought between Christianity and Paganism and where echoes of these struggles exist even today.

Where beneath Monte Vettore, Pontius Pilate was beheaded and his body thrown into the Lake which now bears his name.

A land of Magic and Witchcraft.

Of the Old Nature religion, where Mother Nature still reigns supreme.

In the veritable heart of nature, where we re-discover our own hearts and our own innate creative nature

Want to know more?

Click for dates and contact

And read what the Guardian says about Cittadella