My mother left the hospital on Saturday, three months after her accident.
While she was recovering in her hospital bed, I travelled to San Francisco, Denver, Moscow and Toronto.
Incredible.. how far your physical body can be from the place where your heart and feelings keep going back to.
I looked out of the window during my flight to Toronto the other week.
The sun had already set over Northern Europe. We were flying towards North America and the light. I kept seeing this glow in front of the plane. Next to me were the moon and the stars.
I tuned into British Airways’ meditation channel and listened to monks chanting. I thought of all the friends who have helped me during this difficult time.
It is as if all their love, thoughts and prayers had come together in the evening sky forming a translucent web. I could almost touch it.
I am enormously grateful to them.
On Saturday, after dialling our home number in Italy and speaking to mother, I lit a cinnamon candle, listened to Messiah by Haendel and opened the window… for the Christmas time to finally enter my life.
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