digital postcards from italy

a misplaced new yorker's notes on life in milan


St. Francis

Lord, make me a channel of thy peace,

that where there is hatred, I may bring love;

that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness;

that where there is discord, I may bring harmony;

that where there is error, I may bring truth;

that where there is doubt, I may bring faith;

that where there is despair, I may bring hope;

that where there are shadows, I may bring light;

that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.

Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted;

to understand, than to be understood; to love, than to be loved.

For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.

It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.

It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life.

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​#flashbackfriday when i was 20, i visited amma, a living hindu deity, in southern india. there are things i remember about the trip and who i now realize i was at the time, a restless wild child hunting outside for inner peace. i remember aching limbs from sitting cross-legged for hours; oppressive heat; vats of spicy vegetarian food i quickly tired of; kool-aid powder added to the water to make it palatable; and an elusive calm i chased and occasionally wrangled. but what stands out most is a memory that’s comforted me ever since: one night, we visitors sat around amma. someone asked, “what will happen when i die, amma?” amma laughed, the laugh of a disarming, fearless child. “death is as one drop of water falling back into the ocean.” 

“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.”

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“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”

—   A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

“Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.”

—   Rainer Maria Rilke

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beautiful song from a gorgeous movie

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