[Unseen Reflections]
Mirrors reflect what is seen ;What can reflect what is unseen and lost in memory?
Trying to trace back through the past five months, I can’t find the words or actions to grasp the journey my heart has endeavored. Gratitude exceeds most emotions, still engaged in a bit of awe crawling towards the realization of my life’s education. This education exceeded any thoughts expectation. Pursuing life again back to paved roads my feet are searching for the uneven cobblestones, where is the language? Why can I understand what everyone is saying… Things became so familiar, now I’m emerged again in what I used to find comfortable. I miss the challenge of the unknown. Going a day pursuing things unseen. My eyes are searching for the colors, those maroon shutters and roofs clashed against the worm yellow walls, fighting the ancient brick bleeding from the doors. Even listening to the same music sounds different here, it’s like my life is back to a blank canvas, those colors previously created can never be re-fashioned. But this makes me forever grateful, leaving those colors, hues, shades, faces in their own specific context. A collaboration of created life. Once experience once lived , now only reflected.
Friends, each of you allowed me to grow and branch out in so many new directions. My roots have grown deeper and stronger due to your love and compassion. Living with you, seeing Italy with you and just coming together, ignoring all differences, I would never change a thing. My mind highlights each of you in a new light, a new color and new perspective for me to appreciate in this journey of life and creating what mine appears to be leading to. Your steps have imprinted my heart and with your influence I can only hope to recreate the same to others.
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