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a glimpse of G E N O A


 
 
last week i found myself lost in yet another dazzling italian city . . .

its gritty charm and splendor
deeply layered
its cultural soul revealing
the spirit of arrivals and departures

founded in the 4th century bc
independent maritime republic 1005 to 1797
famous foods, famous citizens
fierce ingenuity, hard-earned elegance

for centuries a city of
shipbuilders, merchants, and bankers
medieval, renaissance, baroque, and gothic
art and architecture
a very important mediterranean seaport

my own italian grandmother
departed from this port in 1929
20 years old and leaving her native country behind
journeying to a new continent
with her new american husband

heavily targeted during world war 2
many buildings destroyed or damaged
the first northern italian city to rise
against nazis and fascists

meandering along the famed caruggi
a tangled labyrinth of narrow alleyways
the wandering-and-wondering discovery of
what’s waiting around the next fascinating bend
 
 
a glimpse of G E N O A .

momentum checks

sono le piccolo cose che fanno una grande differenza!

after this sentence popped up in my italian lesson a couple of weeks ago, i couldn’t stop thinking about it. i had embarked on a RHYTHM REALIGNMENT six weeks earlier (to jump back into the flow of my word of the year), and it had been going very well (even despite a few setbacks).

my freedom walk, my perspective shift

yesterday, in bologna italy, i experienced the enchanting strength only a vibrant city on a dazzling summer day can bring . . . and also a sudden and startling shift in perspective, forged even stronger following the recent coronavirus lockdown. truly a touch of bliss.

we can’t always feel strong and brave

you might not know this, but i have aspirin exacerbated respiratory disease (also known as samter’s triad). AERD is a chronic condition that consists of 3 clinical features: asthma, sinus inflammation with recurring nasal polyps, and sensitivity to aspirin and other NSAIDs (like ibuprofen).

this highly unusual year

i thought about not sharing any more entries from my (extensive) pandemic diary, but then i realized “hey, this is life in 2020” . . . for me, it seems crucial to remember the details of this highly unusual year, to honor what we’ve gone through and where we are at present.

the carousel of time

july 26 (from my facebook post, rhythm realignment / day 21):

“and the seasons they go round and round
and the painted ponies go up and down
we’re captive on the carousel of time
we can’t return we can only look behind
from where we came
and go round and round and round
in the circle game”

~joni mitchell

it was time.

the attics of my soul

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.

taking back my power

july 16 (rhythm realignment / day 11):

one and a half weeks into realigning with my rhythm, getting back on track . . . and things are going well. i’ve been reclaiming my favorite physical, mental, and emotional wellness rituals and routines.

rhythm realignment

july 6 (rhythm realignment / day 1):

though it is still closed to americans (a decision i agree with even if it means i am unable to see my sons), italy is looking and feeling more unlocked every day. there are still cautionary measures in place, of course.

the world needs a lot of small acts right now.

wear a mask.
tell someone thanks.
start a conversation.

the world needs a lot of small acts right now.
 
 

april 1 (from my facebook post, lockdown in italy day 23 / self-isolation day 45):

to those who have been reading my words each day, grazie mille.