things going on . . .

  • preparing and planning for my may and june retreats . . . what i will add, what i will keep the same, what i will change or improve (so excited!)
  • pondering another travel size course, maybe in february . . .

apennine drive

one day in december,
nicholas and eric and i
took a scenic drive.

the sun reminding us
that all was well.


 
 
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my june retreat is FULL!
and my may retreat is filling!

there are still a few spots available,
if you act NOW .

just like that

and just like that,
they are gone.

their presence, their vitality,
filled the rooms of villa magnolia.
now so quiet,
so empty and bereft.

we’ll all go back to our
regular everyday now.
full lives, meaningful lives.
this mama must adjust once more.

embrace the colors

a new year is just around the corner,
and thoughts often focus on intentions.
before you plan, before you dream,
commit to engaging in an emotional evaluation.

yes, the process can be uncomfortable.
you have to face and assess
whatever emotions are currently
dominating your time and energy.

unspoken

it’s not really their home.
they didn’t grow up in this house,
haven’t even spent much time here.

yet when they arrive at villa magnolia,
they settle right in.
it becomes their home.

and we become a family-of-four once again.
content with each other’s company,
relaxed and comfortable.

my odyssey into fluency

although i’ve been wanting to check in
about my 2018 word of the year,
i’ve pondered the best way to do so.
because my WOTY venture could honestly
be seen by some as a bit of a failure.

the last two years
have been so life-changing,
so startlingly difficult-and-different,
that i’ve spent a lotta lotta lotta
time in self-reflection.

none of us

we are all afraid.
we are all lonely.
we are all frustrated.
we are all bewildered.

none of us escapes these human conditions.
none of us conquers darkness every time.
none of us never wonders why.
none of us has it all figured out.

currently i am


 
 
yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. (who’s familiar with the wonderful children’s book with those words in its title?)

i thought about telling you all about it, even wrote it all out. but then i decided against sharing it, after reading (and weeping) about a family my niece knows who unexpectedly lost their 12-year-old son this month.

my longest winter

since our family is far away and the 4th thursday in november is just a regular day on the italian calendar, eric and i won’t be celebrating an american thanksgiving today.

yet that on-our-way-to-christmas aura is still there. i’ve been thinking of holidays past, both happy warm times with loved ones and a few sad and lonely times without.

this and that around the villa

this and that around the villa . . . observations, sparks, discoveries:
 

  1. DISBELIEF – despite paying extremely-high monthly health insurance premiums, our plan in the states did not cover prescription drugs. two years ago i was paying close to $300 for my daily asthma inhaler (about a 2-month supply for me).