|On the other end of the ocean, my wonderful friends Giselle and Mark who met me at the train in Trevi and brought me to Assisi|
|The beautiful kitchen in my beautiful apartment|
|Looking out the window and to the left from #20 Via San Paolo|
I did not have a clock in the apartment on San Paolo. I moved to a natural clock. I cleaned and kept house to please only myself . Pleasing and gifting myself have become parts of a newer me. If my routine is interrupted it is at my personal command. A gift that keeps on giving. From me, to me just as I gifted myself with special purchases over the course of that month. In honor of a new commitment, I just made another purchase from the shop in Assisi where I bought the perfume that I wear almost every day. The scent, called "Profumo D'Umbria" is made up of beautiful florals that remind me of a special time in a special place. The scent called to me weeks before I left this country. After seeing a post on Facebook, I contacted the shop owner and we started a dialog. It was the first essential purchase made in Assisi. Pietro, the owner, told me about Elna, the lovely artist who would eventually teach me that there was a reason behind my self-indulgences. Gifting, because I was happy with myself. She is the person who also taught me what to do with seashells and I have been using them in little works of art ever since. There is something beautifully eerie about a Danish woman, living in Assisi, who works with seashells of the same variety found on Cape Cod. Here is one of her creations
|On the wall in Elna's apartment|
|Pietro Mariottini, the lovely man who owns BAT Assisi|
My creative life is so much livelier now. My thoughts in solitude were not vacant. What I saw through my eyes and heard with my ears went to folders in my brain, waiting to be re-opened months later. The sounds of the angels singing Lodi in Santa Chiara at precisely six forty five in the morning, still deeply imprinted there. What I missed with my eyes, my camera, always in the palm of my hand, captured. That little camera became my best friend. Not only did it serve to remind me of details I would later forget, but it reminded me of the kindness and wisdom of my daughter who first placed it in my hands. Her words, "Take pictures of the faces Mom" like those of Lois' ran through my mind like clouds racing across the autumn sky.
In my bliss, I had little knowledge of the continuing saga on my homeland. Words in the American press that told of loss after loss due to the power and strength of Superstorm Sandy. Photos of places, once beloved homes of strangers, now reduced to rubble. In the little town of Assisi, I was sheltered from this news just as I was from any news. Of importance was that which happened in the moment, laced with parts of my past. Peace and goodness filled my spaces.
I wear color now, with black as my underlay, all kinds of bright colors are now parts of my life. My new friend Josie Comodi is all about color. She's the silk artist I wrote about last year. Her wisdom, her tenacity and her life, so different now from her former life in the corporate world, inspired me and filled my life with hope. Her legacy to me....a painted silk, created for the Hope Hospice in Sandwich Massachusetts. It was her special gift and I had the privilege of witnessing it from its birth as a piece of white silk to its completion as a beautiful reminder in colors and glitters. A reminder that life is filled with joy, even when it is approaching an end. The silk will be hung at the hospice as soon as their renovations have been completed. From Italy, with love.
|Beautiful Josie Comodi|
I've come home. My friends who cared, they all helped me. They allowed me to tell my stories and never alluded to my having spent time on a "vacation". The "journey" was understood and as good friends do, they shared this with me until I tired of the telling and they. of the listening. You know who you are, my friends and you know who you aren't as well - just in case you're wondering......if you haven't heard from me in a while, there IS a reason.
To all of you, then, who gave me the stories, thank you. And to all of you who have been so incredibly patient and understanding by allowing me to share them, thank you.
And most of all, to my husband who supported me all the way, every day, bless you my dear friend.
To my son, who I know understood and to my daughter who totally got "it", my heart overflows with love for you both.
It's been a very good year.