I’m all under the influence of an Italian earthquake winter tale and need some flowers from the home turf now.
Just earlier I came across a post by an American woman living in that region of Italy where they have been enduring severe earthquakes on and off since last October. She spent Christmas sick and her dog ate poison and there were tremors throughout the holidays.
Both recovered but then it started to snow and her partner had to leave for work far away, and she was left alone in the house meant for summer with fallen snow as big as the car roof, and then earthquakes started again in earnest, culminating in a series on January 18. Her house was barely left standing and the snow cut her off from everybody else.
Then I saw that today there were two new strong ones, 4+, very close to Sarnano where she lives. And her last post is from two days ago.
In it she speaks about how friends keep inviting her to their homes in various places around Europe and how she refuses to leave. This is her home. It is beautiful how she describes it and how she sounds. How proud she is of the little impromptu candlestick she improvised in the night without electricity: she stuck a candle into an apple. She is a powerhouse and her name is Tamsen Courtenay.
This kind of experience puts everything into perspective. Her last words in her most recent post are:
It’s not me that should leave … it’s you guys who should come here and share all the beauty … and maybe just a little bit of the fear!
Do you good.
I had chosen these photos to post today before I found her but they will do nicely. They are from my parents’ garden in Piran on the Slovenian coast.
Lucky us, lucky me, lucky all who have no war and no natural disaster, who are relatively warm and not hungry. Let’s keep ourselves alive.
Photo: © signature mmm