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Monday, 21 November 2011

Carmine thoughts

A cold and hazy Monday morning. Frost at the laghetto at 8am.

Feeding the chicks and hauling in firewood early this morning, it struck me that, perhaps because I'm here most of the time and most of the time alone, I think of Carmine as a living, organic entity. 

And that it's entirely possible that others don't see it this way.  

In fact, it's entirely possible that if the authorities heard of it I might be sectioned and my children taken away for their own safety. 

Setting that uncomfortable idea aside, another thought took its place - that Carmine demands of people much more than people, mostly, are prepared to give. (Perhaps that's why I find myself mostly alone in Carmine.) But in return, Carmine transforms lives.

And in general, I thought - as I cleaned up doggy dirt in the entrata, disposed of the cats' Monday dead-mouse-tribute, split firewood for Mathilda, shoved allergy-raising-dust-mite duvets in the washing machine, and boiled a kettle of hot water on the wood-burner for the washing up - that has to be A Good Thing.

Doesn't it?



4 comments:

V. said...

Transformation. Good move.

Karin said...

Fascinating to observe how God transforms lives wherever we might find ourselves - and for you especially and particularly on a pile of granite in the tiny medieval village of Carmine Superiore overlooking northern Italy's Lago Maggiore! Blessings!

Louise | Italy said...

Karin, I think you may be right. :-)

LindyLouMac in Italy said...

The simple tasks of everyday life Louise and what wonderful surroundings you carry them out in.

Monday, 21 November 2011

Carmine thoughts

A cold and hazy Monday morning. Frost at the laghetto at 8am.

Feeding the chicks and hauling in firewood early this morning, it struck me that, perhaps because I'm here most of the time and most of the time alone, I think of Carmine as a living, organic entity. 

And that it's entirely possible that others don't see it this way.  

In fact, it's entirely possible that if the authorities heard of it I might be sectioned and my children taken away for their own safety. 

Setting that uncomfortable idea aside, another thought took its place - that Carmine demands of people much more than people, mostly, are prepared to give. (Perhaps that's why I find myself mostly alone in Carmine.) But in return, Carmine transforms lives.

And in general, I thought - as I cleaned up doggy dirt in the entrata, disposed of the cats' Monday dead-mouse-tribute, split firewood for Mathilda, shoved allergy-raising-dust-mite duvets in the washing machine, and boiled a kettle of hot water on the wood-burner for the washing up - that has to be A Good Thing.

Doesn't it?



4 comments:

V. said...

Transformation. Good move.

Karin said...

Fascinating to observe how God transforms lives wherever we might find ourselves - and for you especially and particularly on a pile of granite in the tiny medieval village of Carmine Superiore overlooking northern Italy's Lago Maggiore! Blessings!

Louise | Italy said...

Karin, I think you may be right. :-)

LindyLouMac in Italy said...

The simple tasks of everyday life Louise and what wonderful surroundings you carry them out in.