Belated Friday in Bracciano
I know it’s not Friday; but there indefinitely comes the time when stuff will get in the way of anything too tightly scheduled. That’s why we live in Italy, maybe. In Italy there are no tight schedules, there is always room for stuff to get in the way, for a cappuccino, for a dinner, for wine and sun and summer. Stuff here, being life.
It seems strange to me–me being so involved in my own work and my own mental projection of people and places—that there exists this other ‘world’ of tight schedules and busyness. And I must call it another world because when I think about my very idyllic surrounding and my very idyllic lifestyle, I know that if I was put into the fast-paced world of busy, a part of me would die. I also think that this very high-stress atmosphere is not any less human than my balance, I just couldn’t cut it, I just wouldn’t want to.
I guess my point is that when our friend came to visit and was in an awe of the castle and the quick darting starlings, the picturesque backdrop to my days, I felt myself lucky, I felt myself pleased in knowing I am at the right place and at the right time, I felt myself to be at a more even calm that I have not known since childhood. Because if I wasn’t living in Bracciano I would be living by the sea and if I wasn’t living by the sea I would be living in Howard City on a farm whittling out the rest of my days in a contentment that only can come from staring at great-cycles of the earth for too long a time. Amen!
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