Oh hello. It has been far too long, and I am quite sorry. I have been blogging on dream-in-italian.blogspot.com so check it out. So are my friends, Katy and Joey.
I'm in Florence. It's a strange city. She is beautiful, she is ugly, she is dirty, trashy, small and surprising. The men here make rude and inappropriate comments to me. There is trash everywhere. There are beggars on the street. There are few Italians living in the center. But there are moments, when the sun comes out, where I experience profound beauty. The sun on the Duomo, or simply dotting the top of a building, illuminating the laundry hanging out to dry...it is so simple, so clean, so perfect.
Since coming here I have been focusing on going slowly. Taking my time, seeing the things going on around me and being present in every moment. This is something I have a very hard time with, I know (my mom didn't call me a hurricane for nothing), but coming here has helped me to see the beauty of everyday life. The power in the simple. The profound in the daily acts, in the little moments, this is what I have been missing.
This simplicity is beautiful. I get so worried about things, about 'what is the point of painting', 'what will my life mean', 'how can I give my life meaning', but I am starting to realize that a simple life, a good life where I am happy and around the people I love, is all that I want. Is something that has profound meaning, has profound beauty. And when it comes down to it, I want to live in such a way that it has meant something just to have lived.
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