Month: April 2010

Pondering in Zurich . . .

Pondering in Zurich . . .

April 29, 2010 Have you ever been so tired you just don’t feel inspiried? Here I am finally with a real internet connection, and I can’t think of a thing, witty or clever to say, just that I’ve been traveling day-to-day. Venice, to Vienna, to 

Internet, internet where are you . . . ?

Internet, internet where are you . . . ?

April 26, 2010 I’ve detoured off the path of my parents’ journey and traveled across Austria to Vienna, a city I’ve wanted to see ever since my study of music in college. Access to internet has become harder and harder to maintain on this trip. 

Thinking about story . . .

Thinking about story . . .

April 19, 2010 I have been thinking about story today, about what qualities I attributed to my mother and her story telling, and how those qualities differ from the way I tell stories. I suppose all this pondering is to be expected since my mother 

Ancient stone

Ancient stone

April 17, 2010 I am sitting in a wifi cafe in Florence. These are not nearly as common in Italy as in America. I am freezing. I had forgotten how cold cities constructed of ancient stone can be. They retain the cold, reflect the cold. 

Michelangelo

Michelangelo

April 15, 2010 I sat for an hour in the Sistine Chapel today. I have been there before, and I felt blessed to be back a second time. It is a place people visit once if they are lucky. I have been doubly lucky. My 

Caravaggio

Caravaggio

April 14, 2010 Saw the Caravaggio exhibit today (Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, 1571 – 1610) at the Scuderie del Quirinale. Big crowds. Great exhibit! Only about twenty-five paintings, but they were perfectly representative of what the exhibit terms the three phases of his life and 

Swimming in language

Swimming in language

April 13, 2010 I am in a sea of sound, the elegance of Italian, the gutteral punctuations of German, the fluidity of French. I am in heaven listening and listening and not talking. All around me the pulse of Rome is padded by voices like 

Roma

Roma

April 10, 2010 I made it to Rome. Plane was late leaving America. I’ve been up for for about 32 hours. I fall asleep at the keyboard, and my head tumbles forward, if I pause to think, so I keep my fingers moving . . 

The Weight of Our Stories: A European Manifesto

The Weight of Our Stories: A European Manifesto

April 5, 2010 My mother was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, metastasized to the bone, on January 14, 2010. Forty-five days later she was dead. I spent those last days with her, as companion, caregiver, friend, daughter, cook, nurse, and gate keeper to all