Kindred spirits…

After an exhausting day of sight-seeing in Florence, down a long, narrow street, Beth and I found an inviting and quaint, restaurant just opening for the evening. A handsome, smiling man, gallantly invited us inside to dine. He offered us a table in the corner and Beth and I dropped bonelessly into our seats, weary and exhausted. The restaurant was soothing and covered in red and white checker table cloths and the arch to the adjoining dining room was weathered and authentic. It was here that Marco and Rafal introduced themselves,and the restaurant, La Madia,  and proceeded to give new meaning to Wining and Dining.

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First, Marco invited us to select a wine, and then he proceeded to explain the region the grapes were grown to make that specific wine and the flavors we would discover inside, he was right. He then recommended another delicious bottle of wine, (small bottles), based on our first choice and this was the beginning of the most truly sumptuous meal that Beth and I have ever eaten in our lives. Rafal checked in frequently, making further suggestions about our choices, as he served other tables and explained the dinner specials with intelligence and flair, to other grateful patrons.

Both, Rafal and Marco’s smiles were bright as they expressed in word and deed how much pride they took in their jobs and how much passion they found learning about Italian food and teaching people about wine and in the process using that same information to shape their futures and fulfill their dreams. Beth and I delighted in each bite, savouring every delicacy from dinner straight through to an artistic display of desserts that bedazzled our senses and jolted our taste buds, ending with a cappuccino that was truly perfection in a coffee cup.

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Rafal is from Russia and he is in Italy to soak up all that he can about his passions wine, food, and running a restaurant so that he can fulfill his dream of one day opening a restaurant , with his father, a chef.  Rafal loves working with people, and his creativity and happiness shows through his bright eyes and mischievous smile.  I would travel to Russia or wherever he opens his restaurant, to sit and talk with him again. He is funny, stylish, animated and he shares his joy with you so completely and honestly, that  you feel like co-conspirator in his happiness.

Marco is from Poland and he has also come to Italy to learn all that  he can about the wine making business. He and his girlfriend worked at a nearby castle in Tuscany, for over five years. It was here Marco learned about making balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and about growing and harvesting of the grapes to make wine, as the castle owners had been doing for generations. His wish is to fulfill his life-long dream of opening a wine school where he could teach people about the different grapes and the wines they will produce, and the nuances and tastes of each wine from different regions in Italy. Believe me when I tell you that I could sit and listen to him talk about wine all day. His approach is like that of a master story-teller, his words are organic, descriptive, and unpretentious as he dazzles with his endearing smile and soulful eyes.

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As Beth and I ate, drank and laughed with Marco and Rafal, we found that we shared this wonderful, soulful connection. Each of us are pursuing our dreams, incorporating our passions into our new careers, and following unconventional paths to carve out our path and find our niche. We seemed, intuitively, to recognize one another as fellow dreamers, daring to step out on a limb, and live boldly and fearlessly. It felt like we had known them forever, like we were kindred spirits. We learned so much about one another in a short amount of time and yet, it seemed like we had known each other for a really long time.  They seemed to Beth and I, familiar, only that couldn’t be possible, right, we’d only just met that night.

We spent the entire evening eating and chatting with Marco and Rafal. We shared our philosophies for following  your dreams, pursuing them with grace and determination, not solely for the almighty dollar, but for your soul. We share the belief that family, good friends, new and old, creativity, serendipity, travel and of course, good food and wine, are what makes each sojourn magical.

Beth and I were more than lucky that night, we had an incredible meal that we will never forget, but more importantly, we found two dear people we will always remember, for their kindness, their authenticity, their joy, their laughter, and their unending courage to follow their own lucky stars, wherever they may lead.

To have instant recognition and heartwarming chemistry with one person, is rare, but to have found two treasured people in the same place at the same time, well that is an amazing gift to have been given. I think I can speak for Beth when I say, we will forever be filled with gratitude for our new life long friends, Rafal and Marco.

To Marco and Rafal, with unending gratitude for making our adventure all the more bright by your presence, laughter and kindness.

artist’s eyes…..

         I love this photograph of the tree’s reflection in an office building window near my house. I might have driven by it if it hadn’t been for my two sons shouting, “pull over, Mom” and pointing at all the great photos we could take right here in an office parking lot. I especially love the way creativity and passion has sparked a debate with my sons, (10 and 7 respectively) and have turned my budding artists into bona-fide artistes’.

        Each day after school,, I have picked them up from their buses and we have begun to drive around investigating and scrutinizing new areas to photograph.  As they talk/bicker about what constitutes a great photograph from a not so great photograph, I can’t help but smile inside and out, I am creating my own artists community right here at home.

        They are learning to trust their own artistic instincts and their confidence grows as they remain vigilant and on the lookout to see if a particular view is ” photo worthy”. As we ride around together trading my camera back and forth, we talk about what we see, why we might, after careful consideration, choose not to take a shot and to continue to search for a spot that warrants a better picture, or a different angle.

      Early on in the process, my eldest son saw an abandoned truck and he started to take a photo. And before I could stop myself, I broke my one cardinal rule, “your shot  your choice” by exclaiming, ” Are you sure?” Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he lowered the camera and said, “I guess not” and I cringed, this was the opposite of what I believe, what I wanted to teach them, and now I was censoring his judgement causing him to question his ”artist’s eye” and his own creativity.

     I drove around the block, stopped and apologized for interrupting his creative flow and explained that he should take the photo even if he isn’t  entirely sure why because it struck something in him and that is what being an artist is all about, trial and error. He nodded thoughtfully and finally took the picture, ( I offered to post it and he is considering it), and my 7-year-old said, “Mommy, it is up to us to use our hearts to find our own art.” So true, so very true.

      So with the help of  my new-found artistic community, my sons help me to remember that while we drive around surveying the same area, all three of us are looking at things through our own “artist’s eyes” and each picture reflects us as individuals and in three totally exceptionally, delightful, and personal ways.

      I don’t know if they will become famous artists or not, but I can’t help feeling that I’ve created an unconditional and safe place in their souls where they can create art expressing who they are, what they feel and believe without judgement or fear.  

     And I get the best gifts of all, first I get to spend extra time with my beloved sons, share our artistic passions, and I get to help them discover their own gifts and how they will contribute to the beauty we all see in the world, through their own “artist’s eyes.” Each time one of them says with pride, ” I think I got a great shot,” well folks, that just makes my soul want to sing.

Happy Mother’s Day!

What a beautiful and blustery spring day. Helicopter leaves flutter, float and glide to the ground all around me, like snowflakes on a winter’s day, and I’m sure I would never have noticed such things if it wasn’t for my beloved sons.
 
My youngest is always looking around and discovering new things, and he is always eager for adventure and to reach out and touch something, anything. I often catch myself telling him not to touch something foreign to us, he rarely listens, and as a result, I have touched some of the weirdest, slimiest bugs and some of the most unexpectedly soft and fragrant weeds and flowers.
 
Once he reached down and grabbed a murky brown pod on the ground, (I wanted him to drop it), and suddenly he rubbed it on his cheek , smiling and whispering, “it’s so soft, feel it Momma.” I leaned over and he rubbed the outer shell of the cherry blossom over my check. It felt like a chick’s feathers, velvety and smooth and I was unexpectedly delighted. My youngest and I exchanged knowing smiles and I was reminded again of the joys that come with motherhood. These are the moments that sustain me when I want to pull my hair out after I’ve said, “pick up your clothes or brush your teeth, with toothpaste,” one hundred times or more. It was a moment I will treasure, a snapshot in time.
 
My oldest son is amazing too, yesterday I was at his baseball game, and watching him play baseball is to watch a person  filled completely with joy, determination, and purpose. He loves everything about baseball and he is focused, alert, and alive during every game, dashing and diving towards the streaking baseball. It is  with a mixture of pride and bittersweet longing that I watch as the baby I knew grows into this man-child he is becoming, like a butterfly. He stands differently, taller, and he’s gaining confidence as he leans and lurches through life’s challenges, succeeding and failing, with undaunted courage.
 
I don’t know how I got so lucky to be the mother of these two extraordinary boys, it’s a gift to nurture them, love them, and watch them grow and develop into young men I admire and I like spending time with, most days. I always tell them, they were chosen just for me and they have filled me with pride, laughter, joy, adventure and most of all unconditional love. No matter how many times I may miss the mark for Mother of the Year, they continue to love me and shower me with hugs and kisses and frankly, life doesn’t get any better than that.
 
So on this Mother’s Day, I will share with all of you what I whispered to each of them when I held them for the first time, “Hello my love, and Welcome to Earth. I will be your guide for your journey here on earth and when it’s time for you to go out into the world, I will help you soar from my arms, high up into the sky, to the dreams of your own making.”
 
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there who work, dream, wash, care, nurture, and love their children from here to eternity!