May 5, 2012
It took me years–decades actually–to settle in Europe. An adolescent daydream turned into a young woman’s pipe dream, then a middle-aged reverie.
Time flowed fast as a mountain river in spring.
It took my mother’s death to make me really get it. Time is a Thief.
Do you know what I read to her on her deathbed? Under the Tuscan Sun. A book she’d picked out. As her life ebbed away, mine came strangely into focus. A mother’s last gift to a daughter.
Soon afterward I mustered a little courage, went against my cautious nature, and discovered Southeast Sicily.
Never mind that it took me another five years to find the house with the fat green doors. Find it I did.
Who walks gains, who sits withers.
(Old Sicilian proverb)