On the Same Wavelength

My work with infrared panels taught me the difference between shortwave, medium wave, and longwave.
But really, you don’t need to know anything about infrared to sense whether you’re on the same wavelength with someone, do you?

I definitely feel on the same wavelength with Denise Linn, who wrote a book about energy cords.
She goes one step further: you can feel connected to someone who lives thousands of kilometers away.
And that feeling isn’t limited to people — it can also exist between you and a place.

I often read about people arriving somewhere and thinking: I’ve been here before,
even though they’ve never set foot there.
The place feels so familiar that it’s hard to explain.
An uncle of mine was even convinced he had lived in Spain in a previous life.
His wife laughed it off, but to him, it truly felt that way.

I’ve never felt it that strongly myself,
but I do know you can be drawn to a place.
That sometimes you make choices that don’t seem logical — but they feel right.
Because your gut says so. Because your body knows.
The body whispers.
Without drama, without demands.
But always with direction.

Just like in Orvieto, that summer of 2021.

I had a list of potential holiday spots,
but one of them resonated.
I didn’t say a word and let my husband choose.
He effortlessly picked that place.
As if the decision had already been made.
As if my body had already passed on the message to his.
As if the place was calling — and we only had to follow.
No searching. No pushing. Just receiving.
And right there,
while checking in, our wedding song started playing.
An English song — in the heart of Italy,
where I didn’t hear a single word of English for the rest of the trip…
Coincidence?

Later, I read in the brochure that the abbey was once a pope’s summer residence,
and home to many cardinals.
If I had to step into the shoes of the popes in my book,
this would have been the perfect setting, right?
My book covers the era of the conflict between two popes,
the division between Rome and Avignon.
But there, in La Badia, I felt only harmony.
No papal disputes,
only inspiration — coming from the high, preserved tower overlooking the cathedral of Orvieto.

I’ll never forget the moment we went to explore the old town of Orvieto that evening.
We parked our car at the large lot on the edge of the city -you won’t get far in the narrow medieval alleys with anything larger than a Fiat Punto.

We took the lift up,
because Orvieto sits high on a hill.
And when we stepped out at the top…
It was like entering a movie set.
Or better: like walking into the Middle Ages themselves.
That first moment. That place.
They're etched in my memory.

A place where history breathes,
and where I could feel that history.
Where silence speaks.
And where my book — unknowingly — was already waiting for me.
I’ve said it before: I trust my instinct.
As if my subconscious keeps guiding me toward what’s right for me.

And when I hear that some people can’t even relax on holiday,
as if they bring their minds but leave their bodies at home,
I’m reminded again of something I often say:
the key is always within yourself.
Don’t forget to listen to what’s subtly present.
Otherwise, you might miss exactly what brings peace.
The body knows the way,
even when the mind is still unsure.

Do you dare to trust your body as a guide — even while travelling?

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