The Writing Life in Florence. The other day I set out, not certain where I would go other than be outside on a day forecast to be the sunny and warm. I headed up the hill to Piazzale Michelango, planning a short stop at the Rose Garden on the way. But, ah, a writing bench in the little Japanese garden invited me to sit down and take my computer from my backpack. Soon a young woman (American) sat down at the other end of the bench and did the same. We got talking. She is here in Florence for a few months, wanting to write, wanting to live here, wanting meaning in her life. I told her my writing story, and she told me her dreams. We took each others pictures, share blog posts, and then got back to our writing.
Since that serendipitous meeting I’ve been thinking how similar we are. Our life interests, writing and loving Florence, are similar vehicles for creating meaning in our lives. I keep learning anew that at our most profound level, we are all searching meaning. There are so many paths. It doesn’t matter whether we consider ourselves religious on not. As the popular expression goes, ‘I am spiritual but not religious.’ Well, I believe we all are spiritual. It’s what makes us human
This woman inspired me to set out each day and find a beautiful spot to write. I always done this when I’ve come to Florence, but she encouraged be to be more intentional about it. So here I am at a little park along the Arno.
Since that serendipitous meeting I’ve been thinking how similar we are. Our life interests, writing and loving Florence, are similar vehicles for creating meaning in our lives. I keep learning anew that at our most profound level, we are all searching meaning. There are so many paths. It doesn’t matter whether we consider ourselves religious on not. As the popular expression goes, ‘I am spiritual but not religious.’ Well, I believe we all are spiritual. It’s what makes us human
This woman inspired me to set out each day and find a beautiful spot to write. I always done this when I’ve come to Florence, but she encouraged be to be more intentional about it. So here I am at a little park along the Arno.
