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, …
So many things vanished when you died. As my life moves forward in time, I’ve now reached my first Christmas without you. I absorb all of the absences. The feeling of the bed all warm and snug like a nest, when you were sleeping beside me. Smiling at each other the moment we first heard …
It’s been a long time since my last post. Many golden hours have come and gone. I must tell you why I’ve been gone. On the day of the spring equinox — my husband’s favourite day of the year, when the season holds the promise of birds migrating back to their nesting grounds, and new …
