The airport in Charleston, WV is a safe and homey place to begin a journey. Similar to the Burlington airport in my home state of Vermont, the entire airport takes up less space than most city office buildings-certainly not any dark woods dread here. This morning I followed my routine-woke early and had my first cup of coffee in the barn with the goats, walked the 2 miles (to the end of our road and back) with Rick and the dogs, weeded in the garden and ran 4 miles with Edith. It has just begun to hit me that I am embarking on a momentous journey. Still, even in the midst of routine, I was more attentive to the signs and surprises along the way: a little green heron flying up and traveling parallel to me on the run, the oily slither of a skink crossing the hot road ahead of me, a quick black snake. And the coffee in my husband's company was more aromatic, lively and comforting this morning.
I will try to keep my eyes and heart wide open as I experience Italy.
Canto XVII, Paradisio
| Tu proverai sì come sa di sale lo pane altrui, e come è duro calle lo scendere e’l salir per l’altrui scale. |
You will experience how salty tastes the bread of another, and what a hard path it is to descend and mount by another's stair. -Canto XVII, Paradisio |
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