I have made it to Florence; one grateful trip after another. But this is THIS time, just has today is THIS day. The other trips, the other days meld together to become the days of life, which is the whole to which each trip, each day is added. I was certain that the 'theme' of this time in Florence be would simple: enjoy each day, each cappuccino, each museum, each church, each meal--and I am doing that. Whenever I travel I renew that theme! But something more has evolved this trip, something that deepens my understanding of being in the present-- the search for meaning, accompanied by those questions that every human being asks: What am doing with my life? What is the meaning of my life? Why am I here? What is the purpose of what I'm doing right now?
Maybe that is why we are all here: to figure it out, which implies not only an answer but the process of answering it. The answer comes in the doing. Perhaps that is the reason writers write and then feel the need to share. Maybe it is why I keep this blog going.
The poet Rilke suggests: "And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
Rabbi Krusher wrote When Bad Things Happen to Good People as a way to come to meaning around his son's death from progeria at age 14.
In Man's Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl shares that the people in concentration camps who survived or who went to their deaths with hope were those who realized they had the choice to find meaning in the moment--often helping others
I believe that every human being I see is here in Florence, every person who has walked into Orti Dipini, this "special educational garden"* while I have been writing, is searching for meaning. They may not be conscious of it, but they are; it's a life process, a project as inherent as breathing.
* Orti Dipini--Here we practice organic urban horticulture and its application in the daily life.
We promote sustainability, reuse, recycle, environmental education, professional formation and social integration
Maybe that is why we are all here: to figure it out, which implies not only an answer but the process of answering it. The answer comes in the doing. Perhaps that is the reason writers write and then feel the need to share. Maybe it is why I keep this blog going.
The poet Rilke suggests: "And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
Rabbi Krusher wrote When Bad Things Happen to Good People as a way to come to meaning around his son's death from progeria at age 14.
In Man's Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl shares that the people in concentration camps who survived or who went to their deaths with hope were those who realized they had the choice to find meaning in the moment--often helping others
I believe that every human being I see is here in Florence, every person who has walked into Orti Dipini, this "special educational garden"* while I have been writing, is searching for meaning. They may not be conscious of it, but they are; it's a life process, a project as inherent as breathing.
* Orti Dipini--Here we practice organic urban horticulture and its application in the daily life.
We promote sustainability, reuse, recycle, environmental education, professional formation and social integration
