A day of re-entry
Today was a day of re-entry. I reentered the London School to greet my director and other colleagues. I sat in front of my director with a great feeling that this is really the place I belong. Her cheery disposition gave me the confidence and trust that I will soon have lessons to teach in these coming weeks. Since Italians are now all flocking back to the city center from a month along the beach. I then made my way slowly home on my bike, which I decided the other day, her name is Sole. Sole meaning Sun. 
I made myself a simple dish of pasta and slowly got myself ready to meant with another boss of the gym I worked at last year. I rode my bike slowly to the center where I am making my office from now on. Since it wasn't working for me writing everything at home. I needed to find a space to focus on my thoughts and what I want to express in these articles. At home, I am distracted with household things. Oh I should do laundry, I should clean the bathroom, maybe I need to take a walk. These are the random thoughts that go on in my mind.
Tonight was our first meeting since the summer with my writing group. We changed places where we meet, I love love the space. It is a vegetarian place that is cheap cheap. The energy is open and the people are able to speak more fully, I think. I really enjoy hearing the ideas and experiences from writers, artists, screenwriters. We discussed the idea of if us, as writers, consider ourselves artists.
A great idea to ponder. Am I an artist? Hmmmm.... I feel I am an artist since I do create things out of nothing. I put my passion into each piece I put together. The ideas and points of view are only mine and the fact that I put it on paper is an art form. No one else can re-create my thoughts. On the other hand, I used to think that artists were only painters or sculptors, people that created canvases full of energy and color or drawings with emotions or statues with true human form. Actually when I said the word artist, those kinds of people came to mind. But a writer, never. Now that I am one of these said or actual artists, I feel much more different about my profession. It is a true art form to align the words you feel belong together on that page. You are expressing yourself in the way you only see it, no one else. With the passion and sincerity in each paragraph as you can imagine someone reading it. Such a grand thing! Knowing people actually get something from your thoughts on paper.
Today consisted of many encounters of new and old friends. I met an interesting fellow let's call him Mysterious. We met in July through a mutual friend. We had a powerful meeting. I felt right away that this person had something to offer. He had a strong, warm, welcoming presence. There was power behind his eyes. It shot right through me. I lost myself in his eyes for a bit. Although, I had a feeling that there was something off kilter. I sensed an unbalance. I was right. But this meeting today was full of energy, like before, and his eyes seemed more calm yet still filled with some power, energy that wasn't as strong or forced. More relaxed and less aggressive. Not sure if he is one to spread the power or energy around but he is for sure someone I am intrigued by. There is so much I don't know about him but I do hope things unfold in which I can understand him more.
I was tapped on the shoulder by a friend I haven't seen in months. Not sure when it was last we crossed paths. Let's call him Blue. He and I have known each other since the summer of 2005. We had brief encounters throughout 2007 but nothing really materialized into something concrete. We enjoyed each others' company and we could talk superficially. Today when he approached me, the energy was much much different than years before. He brought a positive vibe to my surroundings. He was generally interested in my life and how I was doing, who I was dating. I said I was dating my work. He wanted to also get my number again since I teach English and some of his colleagues need English for business. I was appreciative. I couldn't believe the shift that happened with him. Before he was constantly complaining about life. And instead of saying pretty good, he said VERY good, when I asked him how he was. A positive shift!
On my way home I stopped to see my dear dear friend, who I know he would do anything for me. Let's call him Romantic. He found love again after a horrible breakup and the love is still thriving even though they both work odd hours. *By the way, I adore her, she is full of energy that really suits him.* I never walk away from him without a smile on my face. Could it be that he let me stay with him for a month or that when I called him crying about something not so tragic he came running? I just know there is nothing that will keep me away from him as a friend. Unless it is going out at midnight and having a beer, I am no night owl anymore.
One thing that was common during this day; SLOWLY. I did everything within a pace that wasn't rushed. I never tried to out bike a bus or pass another biker, or tried to get someplace before someone else. When I arrived I let them know. And the day just flowed. Like each day of my life should. Without a set schedule but with a flowing movement like that of a river. Flowing in and out of cracks and crevices of life.
What a grand day!
a little out of focus in the distance, but up close should always be your main attention. (taken in Rome, April 2008)
a presto amici!!
I made myself a simple dish of pasta and slowly got myself ready to meant with another boss of the gym I worked at last year. I rode my bike slowly to the center where I am making my office from now on. Since it wasn't working for me writing everything at home. I needed to find a space to focus on my thoughts and what I want to express in these articles. At home, I am distracted with household things. Oh I should do laundry, I should clean the bathroom, maybe I need to take a walk. These are the random thoughts that go on in my mind. Tonight was our first meeting since the summer with my writing group. We changed places where we meet, I love love the space. It is a vegetarian place that is cheap cheap. The energy is open and the people are able to speak more fully, I think. I really enjoy hearing the ideas and experiences from writers, artists, screenwriters. We discussed the idea of if us, as writers, consider ourselves artists.
A great idea to ponder. Am I an artist? Hmmmm.... I feel I am an artist since I do create things out of nothing. I put my passion into each piece I put together. The ideas and points of view are only mine and the fact that I put it on paper is an art form. No one else can re-create my thoughts. On the other hand, I used to think that artists were only painters or sculptors, people that created canvases full of energy and color or drawings with emotions or statues with true human form. Actually when I said the word artist, those kinds of people came to mind. But a writer, never. Now that I am one of these said or actual artists, I feel much more different about my profession. It is a true art form to align the words you feel belong together on that page. You are expressing yourself in the way you only see it, no one else. With the passion and sincerity in each paragraph as you can imagine someone reading it. Such a grand thing! Knowing people actually get something from your thoughts on paper.
Today consisted of many encounters of new and old friends. I met an interesting fellow let's call him Mysterious. We met in July through a mutual friend. We had a powerful meeting. I felt right away that this person had something to offer. He had a strong, warm, welcoming presence. There was power behind his eyes. It shot right through me. I lost myself in his eyes for a bit. Although, I had a feeling that there was something off kilter. I sensed an unbalance. I was right. But this meeting today was full of energy, like before, and his eyes seemed more calm yet still filled with some power, energy that wasn't as strong or forced. More relaxed and less aggressive. Not sure if he is one to spread the power or energy around but he is for sure someone I am intrigued by. There is so much I don't know about him but I do hope things unfold in which I can understand him more.
I was tapped on the shoulder by a friend I haven't seen in months. Not sure when it was last we crossed paths. Let's call him Blue. He and I have known each other since the summer of 2005. We had brief encounters throughout 2007 but nothing really materialized into something concrete. We enjoyed each others' company and we could talk superficially. Today when he approached me, the energy was much much different than years before. He brought a positive vibe to my surroundings. He was generally interested in my life and how I was doing, who I was dating. I said I was dating my work.
He wanted to also get my number again since I teach English and some of his colleagues need English for business. I was appreciative. I couldn't believe the shift that happened with him. Before he was constantly complaining about life. And instead of saying pretty good, he said VERY good, when I asked him how he was. A positive shift!On my way home I stopped to see my dear dear friend, who I know he would do anything for me. Let's call him Romantic. He found love again after a horrible breakup and the love is still thriving even though they both work odd hours. *By the way, I adore her, she is full of energy that really suits him.* I never walk away from him without a smile on my face. Could it be that he let me stay with him for a month or that when I called him crying about something not so tragic he came running? I just know there is nothing that will keep me away from him as a friend. Unless it is going out at midnight and having a beer, I am no night owl anymore.
One thing that was common during this day; SLOWLY. I did everything within a pace that wasn't rushed. I never tried to out bike a bus or pass another biker, or tried to get someplace before someone else. When I arrived I let them know. And the day just flowed. Like each day of my life should. Without a set schedule but with a flowing movement like that of a river. Flowing in and out of cracks and crevices of life.
What a grand day!
a little out of focus in the distance, but up close should always be your main attention. (taken in Rome, April 2008)
a presto amici!!
Ciao Katie! I really enjoyed reading this post. Welcome back to your new... slower... life in Florence.
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Thank Laura! I hope I can keep writing likes this.
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Glad to see you writing from your beautiful city again. You do it justice!
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Thanks so much Gil!
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