Today is my god-daughters birthday and I feel very far away. Other small, beautiful occurences of the day have brought me to this place that is in partial night. First, my friend Shelby’s blog mentioned epitaphs and that always has me thinking. Especially here, where there are so many memorable dead. Their tombs were designed by the likes of Michelangelo and Donatello, death was truly meant to leave an impression on the living. That was the first shadow, but a lovely one.
In another friend’s blog he mentioned PostSecret and one of the cards being about tearing down walls. It was beautiful how he realized that not only does he have to deal with those with walls, but he puts them up himself. And who of us doesn’t? More importantly, why do we? And so that is where I’m at now. Wondering about the past and how many people I kept out with a wall of my own. Hoping that the future will leave me open to these lessons and that I’ll stop. Understanding the lovely, beautiful people out there with walls and realizing that I can’t knock them down and why should I? That is up to them. Maybe they still need them.
So it’s dark out now in Florence. Beautiful, mysterious, luminous, lovely dark. The natural place for my thoughts today. And I think the chocolate festival lasts until midnight . . . hmmm . . . chocolate and soul searching. Dolci vita.