Category Archives: my studio notes

jump gently

the dawn of a new decade
just a few days away
2020 seems like a symbol to me
of clarity, sharpness of detail

what are you grappling with?
what are you wishing for?
what changes would you like to make?
what do you want to create in your life?

i am made of

I am made of a clean warm room with freshly laundered sheets and fluffy hotel towels. I am made of the most-welcome hot mug, cat greetings, my daily agenda and playful self-awareness, of procrastination and my vivacious momma.

an extraordinary life

feeling gratitude today
for each and every moment
remarkable, meaningful
even when challenging, difficult

i’m able to experience

all the different emotions
all the different sensations
all the different possibilities
all the different choices

simply because i’m alive

tears and laughter
fear and anger
sweet surprises
utter joy

an entire timeline of
past memories
precious present
future hope

i can react
and respond
i can revel
and reason

i can take action
and touch lives
i can design my path
and create my existence

i can choose to move through pain

an extraordinary life, isn’t it?

november snippets

snippets of my italian life, the november edition . . .
 
 

as my hand slid across its very old surface, the stone fireplace in the tower transmitted its strength and serenity to me.
 
 

one of loris jacopo bonini’s poems.

that fourth thursday

we’re not celebrating thanksgiving in italy today
so when i’m missing the way things were
it’s easier to be here

and at the same time more difficult

recalling time-honored family traditions
with my parents and grandparents
as well as new rituals my own family-of-four created

interesting, the twists and turns of life

wishing everyone in the states
a day of coziness and good cheer
(with a special shout-out to my favorite two)
 
 
 
 

S.T.O.P. (the short form)

what do you do when someone makes an offhand remark to you that seems rude, maybe slightly negative?

do you overthink it, even when you know that wasn’t its intended purpose? do you replay the comment over and over in your mind, getting caught up in that cycle?

wordlessness

in this passage from her book ?????????: ? ????????? ???? ????, martha cooley describes her daily life with her husband, antonio, while living in italy for 14 months. it was a bit uncanny reading it, because it’s an almost-perfect description of me and eric most days.

self-care = survival

i had a conversation with a friend on tuesday about the grief journey, especially about how getting out and being with other people really helps. it definitely helped me that day, with her.

however, i do believe that the hibernation i’ve felt drawn to over the past couple of months, the chance to be truly alone with my thoughts and my feelings, has also served a purpose.

a lot’s happened since then

three years ago, on 28 october 2016,
I MOVED TO ITALY!

and i guess you could say
a lot’s happened since then

• my husband and i self-renovated a large villa that had been closed up for years (mold and peeling plaster just two of the issues), living in chaos and dust and unpacked boxes for close to 8 months
• we stood in numerous immigration lines, attended italian cultural classes, endured house inspections (electrical, plumbing, medical), and more .

everything dances

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i’ve noticed that every time i write a blog post related to my grief journey, one or two people opt out of my mailing list. that’s okay. i can’t say i blame them.