Change has so many facets; smooth shiny, flat surfaces with sharp and treacherous edges. Our home on Bank Street closed on Wednesday, my heart so very sad while my mind reeled with relief: loss and gain. Part of the components of the algebraic freedom formula? Not sure how to solve the equation but I'll keep trying! Sitting here in my rented quarters I feel at home. The morning was spent weeding the iris bed and pruning back the lemon fragranced plants which seemed so mangeable when I bought them two years ago. My arms are covered with scratches and my clothes are bathed with sweat, my face glows; a gardener's facial.
Yesterday we drove towards Lucca to an all day summer house party. Everyone brought dishes, tons of kids, a barbeque outfitter, and a Dj.Many accents and various lots in life: writers, sculptors, entrepreneurs and assorted "that's a job?" types. View by Giotto, clouds courtesy of Michaelangelo. Bustling about in the kitchen, sipping wine and watching my friend expertly carve my rosemary scented chickens I know there is a heaven on earth; all we have to do is open our eyes and appreciate the small moments: getting to eat the tukus standing in a room that defines bounty. Driving home, eating apple cake...still warm...looking forward to my cozy bed and watching the full moon rise over the olivetta.
My sister is 60 today; her voice still broadcasts her lifetime of excitement and joy; she's been a great inspiration to me. I'm proud of her accomplishments and her dedication to a difficult job as an elementary school principal in our beleagured public school system. Happy Birthday, Biggie!
Well, time to finish the mystery novel...
No comments:
Post a Comment