I’ve found the Biblioteca Palagio del Parte Guelfa, just a left turn off of Via Terme where I live, and complete with instant wifi and a public writing room directly off the street. This offers much easier to access than Biblioteca Oblata, but unfortunately doesn’t have my favorite view. Nevertheless, here I sit this morning after nine hours of sleep, a visit to S. Trinita, an early morning walk around the city, and cappuccino and brioche at a café nearby.
My ‘experiment’ in living here is going well, but of course has its challenges. Actually the challenge is that age old one of being conscious of living in the present. I seem to be able to step outside myself enough to recognize this two week time period here as my life right now, not something separate, not a vacation, not better (just different) from any other two weeks.
No matter where I am living, writing this blog is one of the current being-in-the-present consistencies in my life. But then I wonder about my dependency on wifi and my computer. I don’t like to consider technology as a life-line for me, but maybe it is--although not in the spiritual category. Rather, it is one of life’s placeholders, along with morning coffee, driving a car, going to church, and other necessities and mechanism that give form to the rituals of my life.
My ‘experiment’ in living here is going well, but of course has its challenges. Actually the challenge is that age old one of being conscious of living in the present. I seem to be able to step outside myself enough to recognize this two week time period here as my life right now, not something separate, not a vacation, not better (just different) from any other two weeks.
No matter where I am living, writing this blog is one of the current being-in-the-present consistencies in my life. But then I wonder about my dependency on wifi and my computer. I don’t like to consider technology as a life-line for me, but maybe it is--although not in the spiritual category. Rather, it is one of life’s placeholders, along with morning coffee, driving a car, going to church, and other necessities and mechanism that give form to the rituals of my life.