Category: Italy

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Sometimes, life presents challenges.  Endings are difficult and challenging, but then you realize that all of it has actually been really good for you.  That, here, now, as we move on to others things, places we want to go, and places we are afraid to go to — we can think that our lives have meaning.  That new challenges and adventures await.
But those thoughts don’t let us give way to processing our time, and our experiences.  It doesn’t help us to feel better.  How do you process a year of intensity?  How do we move on to a place where we can live the life we want?

Each person you meet gives you something — leaves you with a new idea or thought.

I just hope that I give each person as much as they give me.  I try.  I try.

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I don’t know what happened,that night I first touched your leg,
that night we first made contact,
physical presence.

It was dark, and the town was washed
in the glow of the moon and nothing else,
and when I touched your leg, I felt as if
all of the dark was because it had all
poured forth from my body and coated
each piece of the world around us.

You were sitting, smiling, and talking
without worry or care or thought of
what could happen that night, of
what was about to start, take place,
begin.

I knew before then, but at that moment
I made it known.