I’ve come back to beautiful Italy from a two week visit to the United States.
I had so many wonderful and deeply emotional moments on this trip; it was packed with loving and meaningful encounters. I visited with people who had been through so much suffering and change. I saw old friends and new ones, got to speak to people who came to hear me read from my book, and talked for hours with loved ones. It was a trip to savor and to reflect upon; so much of what I experienced confirmed that stepping in to love is the only thing to do.
So many of those I saw on this trip have been through journeys of illness, pain, anxiety and struggle, in situations that were or continue to be incomprehensibly sad and difficult. In each of the interactions I had, I came away astounded by the human ability to demonstrate grace at the darkest moments. I was filled with gratitude and respect for the human spirit in the face of seemingly impossible odds. The grace seemed tenacious to me. Gripping.
So I named it intrepid grace. It’s that thing that keeps us human when we are battered by inhumanity. It’s the grace that propels us forward, helps us focus, and lets us know at an existential level that all is truly well.
And to experience it in such a personal way was deeply moving.
Now back in Italy, we’re only four weeks out from opening the B&B for the season. That might seem like a lot of time, but it’s a flash, considering there’s still snow on the ground in spots! There will be major cleaning, planting and cooking taking place over the next month. The yang of the season is calling, pulling me out of the retrospective winter into movement and activity. I’ll step into the flow, and see where it takes me. Big change is in the air. Just around the bend. I can feel it. I’ll do my best to meet it with intrepid grace.