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Slowly, slowly flowing back into the season of normality. This week we spent some much needed time in Ravenna in the off season, revelling in the cool and quiet of the smelly Adriatic sea, chatting and eating too much and enjoying life in each moment.
So much has happened: shocks and opportunities, and the myriad decisions that come with them. I went to Firenze in July to participate in a chasing and repoussé course with gifted maestro Fabrizio Acquafresca. In spite of it being Firenze in July (inferno) and me with a virus, the course was fantastic I’ll put up my long lost repoussé post, and others – including a Lives Creative profile – in the coming days.
During the time I was in Firenze, my father-in-law was admitted to hospital with a sore neck and shoulder that had been bugging him for a month. The weekend I came home he was diagnosed (after two weeks in hospital!) with a couple tumours in his lungs, which had metastasized. The following weekend he died, painlessly, leaving the family gobsmacked with the velocity of it all, and the audacity of death stealing in whenever it pleases.
August in Italy is busy for those of us who work in the tourist sector and/or own a shop that never closes. The Santa Fiora population swells with city escape artists seeking the cool of the mountain air, and the locals merrily skip off to roast themselves on the beach. And because in Italy funerals happen the day after the death and so many people were away on holiday we found ourselves relating the story of what happened dozens of times a day, in person, in messages, on the telephone, tapering off for the next three weeks. All of us were exhausted. Marco fell into bed and all night kicked through his grief as though swimming, and I lay awake exhausted. Normally I’d find solace in writing but I found I couldn’t write – the words were all used up by the end of each day.
That was August; it’s October now: the snow in the globe settles eventually, always, a lesson to learn and relearn regularly. My mantra – or one of a few – as we lean into the pointy end of the year.
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