Here it is, already Christmas Eve.
I’ve already left behind beautiful Florence, where I filled my broken heart with gold: iconic art, like Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, and Michelangelo’s sculpture of David.
I admired the Field of Miracles in Pisa, and walked the timeless cobbled streets of Lucca.
I spent time in a medieval castle, and listened to Gregorian chants in a thousand year old church.
And oh, how I have been enchanted by the soulful ringing of those ancient church bells, echoing across the hills and valleys. Calling me to my own life.
What I had before, in all the other chapters, seems like a soft, sweet dream.
There is only this page now, this day. And in the hardest moments, only these words: step forward, find joy, bring all your love with you.