Dear Friend,
The sunlight is striking the top of the balcony and I can sense Chiara’s Dad as he sweeps the entrance to their home. Wood pigeons coo. The light catches the silk of baby spider parachutes.
I have an almost perfectly round scab on my right thumb where the lawn mower rubbed.
We visited the Cathedral in town, where I surreptitiously sneaked a few photographs. I don’t like particularly to take pictures in churches, but the way he light plays in the medieval part of the cathedral, I wanted to try and capture.
A few days away from London feel like weeks. The life here in Piedmont is both familiar and other. The pace is so much slower than any big city. The driving is colourful to say the least. I’m no fan of the mania for the tailgating that passes as the norm here. Cars like dogs sniffing butts.
Our neighbours sent us pictures of their young cats looking out of their window. The window pain splashed with rain, beyond grey skies. My heart aches ever so slightly at the thought of leaving the golden light that prevails in this part of the world at this time of the year.
Maybe more it’s the ache of leaving loved ones.
For years now I’ve wished we could all be in the same place, but it’s never worked out that way.
The pull of the city.
Work.
Travel.
Maybe it’s good to miss one another?
All I know is we adjust and make the most of things.
Adventure.
We all need explore.
Not that we need to go anywhere.
We can dive within.
I don’t recall where I was when I first heard the WaterBoy’s play “The Whole of the Moon.”
I do know that it spoke to me of things I would later understand.
The Water Boys “The Whole of the Moon."
Whether we travel or stay home in our rooms. To stay open to the world outside and the world inside. To be curious. Playful.
There will always be discoveries to make.
If we decide we’re done, that we know this place or all that we are capable of, maybe consider that we’ve come to the edge of the map we made. Not the edge of the world.
Don’t turn back and circle.
Plunge over the edge.
Feathered wings will catch you.
I’ll leap first.
Put my money where my mouth is.
Here’s to the adventure.
To the young at heart.
May your life be blessed.
The way open.
The sunlight on your face.
And the wind at your heels.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey