july 18 (from my facebook post, rhythm realignment / day 13):
the attics of my soul . . .
ironically both houses closed this week. my dad’s on monday, my grandpa’s on tuesday. and now to reconcile with the closing of this chapter.
my childhood home, where i was so well cared for and so so loved.
“i have spent my life
seeking all that’s still unsung
bent my ear to hear the tune
and closed my eyes to see
in the secret space of dreams
where i dreaming lay amazed
when the secrets all are told
and the petals all unfold”
~lyrics from “attics of my life” by the grateful dead
and what was happening a little over three months ago?
april 9 (from my facebook post, lockdown in italy day 31):
as i mentioned the other day, a relative of mine died from the virus in france over the weekend. tuesday night, one of my best friends in the world (the first person i met in my little area of italy) lost her mom to covid-19 as well. i still can’t believe it. ivana and her entire family have treated us (including our sons) like family, from the moment we met almost 5 years ago. my heart is breaking for them ?
and to add to the surreal nature of these days, wednesday morning a bridge close to our home (which we’ve traveled over numerous times) collapsed. because of the lighter traffic due to the lockdown, there were thankfully no deaths. however, two vehicles were involved and their occupants injured. one was delivering medical supplies to a hospital in pisa.
i did have one wonderful reason to smile this week though >> an online friend from the states sent me an old-fashioned letter, on real stationery, which arrived yesterday! we don’t get much mail here, and it was such a welcome and kind-hearted gesture.
