It's getting late and I should be considering going to bed to sleep, but I've been lying on my sofa typing up some notes and the thoughts are flowing with ease (my nocturnal nature is so predictable).
There is a gentle cool breeze flowing in from the open french doors, the distant sound of plates being cleared after an evening meal and the remnants of conversation and jovial exchange. The light in the room is dim and magical.
Occasionally, I gather the moment and realise where I am and this incredible opportunity. Even though sometimes, it is somewhat daunting and challenging, Italy continues to inspire, intrigue and captivate me. Often I'm amused and perplexed by how much I've learn't over these years, and yet how little I understand. Ironically, this interplay between knowing and discovery has an energy. I no longer know what my attraction to Italy is really about, but I know that I want more.
And finally, my mind casts to tomorrow... Try as I might to be equanimous and balanced, I've been mind-less for most of the day as I jostle between feelings of trepidation, genuine excitement, hope and uncertainty.
I ask myself "Can I do this?..."
I pause. I breathe.
Woven from beauty, charm, traditions, dreams, imperfections and complex contradictions; this is me - all of me. I am what I am. And what will be, will be.
Realising this, and being centred by this truth, I remind myself to trust, to be true and to enjoy. Because even if I'm feeing anxious and somewhat overwhelmed, in our lives moments such as these are far and few between.
If you think of me over the coming days, please send me love, joy, grace, peace and honesty.
