Sometimes I wonder if I could ever move back East. I am planning a summer trip and thinking about going to Massachusetts and New York for three weeks. This would mark the longest I have ever been away from California, ten days has been my max so far. When I spent five years in New York City, the most I was ever away from the city was 5 days. I guess I just move to a place and hunker down, put my nose to the grindstone and I don't really look up. That's getting kind of old nowadays, I want to see my family more, expand the frames of my life and really see the big picture. In a perfect world I would have more of a routine, write by day and cook dinner every night. I am rediscovering the joy I get from stability and even if I cook for one, its a start and slowly others will come to the table. It makes the times with friends all that much sweeter.
When I spent the summer in Italy, it was all about that, everyone came together for a big dinner at night, there was conversation and laughter. It seemed right. The Italians have it down, they seem to be the masters of interpersonal relationships. Which I translate into they take their time, when they eat they don't rush and when they love they aren't afraid to show it. I witnessed all of this when I stayed at a campground in Sardinia, it was chock full of young couples and everyone cooked fresh food over their camp fires, did their dishes together and on the way to each task they held hands. Hand holding, where has it gone? You don't see it much here in Los Angeles, well maybe at the beach otherwise everyone's scurrying around trying to make it happen.
I'm thinking about writing some letters of forgiveness. When I think about doing this I just want to hurl and then I imagine I'm sitting in a circle with my legs crossed singing Kumbaya. I've been participating in this amazing healing program and we just did a stint on forgiveness. The pieces of my puzzle are slowly coming together and I am understanding how the different parts of me operate. I allowed certain people to be rather snarky without being snarky back. People often took more than they needed and I gave freely to the point where it made no point. So for this I have to forgive and the other person is supposed to repent but I don't talk to any of those people anymore. What I learned is though, the forgiveness thing can still work if you do your part because in the end its about releasing the crappy issue that happened in the first place.
I guess I'll get back to browsing the internet for the best deal on an airline ticket. I usually get sidetracked by facebook or dictionary.com, looking up new words I want to use. I am on the constant quest to increase my vocabulary. I need more words in my life, its my ammunition. The right word can make all the difference, like I can't wait to go on holiday as opposed to vacation.
My summer holiday, it has a nice ring to it.
I like this, Lisa... Sounds like you are learning a lot. Forgiveness is so important for not just the offender, but for the one who has been offended as well. We gotta let it go or it'll become a disease. Good stuff.
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