I’m writing this from the Grand Canal in Triest, Italy where I vacation with my family for a week. In typical bella vita fashion, we have spent the last few days with lots of delicious food, more wine and even more gelato while strolling through the streets that are heavily drenched in Austrian, Yugoslavian and Italian history.
Today we climbed the steps to San Silvestro, the oldest church in the city when my sister called me, “Come quick, you need to listen to this!” I could hear the sounds of a piano – distant at first, then louder and louder as I came closer.
I entered the little basilica and there was a young man playing Beethoven.
We could have walked by and just continue with our sightseeing.
We could’ve brushed it off and just carry on with life.
But there was something about this sound that made us pause.
I sat down in one of the rows, closed my eyes and enjoyed this free concert. The deep roar of the bass notes. The thrill of the fast arpeggios. The energy that made the entire room vibrate. What a beautiful gift in the middle of a warm summer day.
I want my life to be like this piano concert.
There shall be something about the things I do that makes people to break in their step and pause.
There shall be something about the words I speak and write that attracts others to come closer and listen in.
There shall be something about my life and my relationships that invites others through the door, allows them to pause and find some rest in the middle of their busy lives.
Writing for Five Minute Friday today.
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I came over here from Andrew’s blog. I love sitting in a church and letting the silence speak. Yours was a precious moment. I can practically feel it. I read a few of your other posts as well. Wonderful and warm. Beautiful. We are a rich part of each other, and I see that expressed in your expressions. Blessings this day, Norma
Thank you so much, Norma! I really appreciate it!
I SO felt your words and hopes… and they became mine. Thank you
Thank you, Jane!
One of my fave things walking the streets of New Orleans is the Street musicians and artists. Such a delight to watch them perform. I’m in the 35 spot this week.
I never made it to New Orleans, but it’s on my list!
I think there already is that ‘pause and listen’ factor in your work, Katha.
If I can use myself as an example, my time and energy are terribly limited, and writing physically hurts – but I’m here.
#1 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2018/05/your-dying-spouse-477-my-reason-to-live.html
Thank you so much, Andrew! Especially since writing is so exhausting, thank you for showing up here. Thinking of you.