Monday, 27 January 2025

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Windows

 I loved to have my bed as near to the window as possible. Underneath or just in front, so that from the bed I could see the sky, and the stars at night, the moon, the clouds…

The best position I had was in Luzern, in Switzerland. It was an old nineteenth-century noble house, with four floors (plus the attics) and a flat on each one. It was just in front of the city wall in the old town.

It was all wooden inside. The old and beautiful floor was always creaking when walking, and all the rooms where interconnected. It means they had three doors, one opening towards the previous room, the other towards the next and one opening towards the long corridor. It was quite common once.

The two big rooms had the windows I absolutely love the most: the “Erker”, in English “Bow window” or "Bay Window". You find them often in the old northern Europe houses.

One of these room was the sitting room, and the other the bedroom. At that time I began to sleep on the floor, like the Japanese. Therefore the fouton, that I took back into a closet in the morning, for the night was positioned half way in the arch created on the floor by the Erker.

At night I could immerse in the clear sky, so characteristic in the north. (I miss the northern skies so much!)

I was also used to always sleep with the open window, even in winter – though it was just a bit open during the cold nights. And even when I lived on the Bernese Alps! I love to breath fresh air, and smell the scents of the night, which differ from season to season. As the sounds.

But when I lived in the Apennines hills, in central Italy, I began to realise that the harsh wilderness of the steep hills emanated some kind of subtle disturbance. Not really in a sinisterly way, but still disturbing. Somehow I understood why Italians always close the shutters.

Nevertheless I didn’t want to give up the habit to feel the emotions of the night,although I must admit that my sleep began to deteriorate.

At some point, while deepening the Feng Shui teachings, I discovered that it was suggested the bed not being placed neither in front of the door, nor the windows…

It was finally in this house that I had to capitulate. My sleep was deeply disturbed. No matter what kind of Feng Shui cure I adopted. Yes, they helped a bit, but not in a complete way. I am also getting older and I have become more and more sensitive, and obviously less strong, too.

The other day I eventually moved the bed, that I positioned along the bookshelf you see in the picture above. I was amazed by the incredible difference. I have begun to sleep well, so well and deep that I was utterly surprised by the difference!

 

Saturday, 18 January 2025

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Freezing


 

I usually get up very early, between four and five. I have always loved the early hours, although the night has its own charm too, but the morning has something very special. It has the energy of the beginning and I like that a lot!

In these last years my wake up time got earlier and earlier. Yes, they say that in old age you sleep less. At the beginning I was worried, so early, too early? After some time trying to get back to sleep I surrendered, and made the best out of it: I have more time to dedicate to my activities!

After the Christmas vacation ended, with the 6th of January, the Epiphany, the temperature dropped below zero in the night, sometimes also during the day. When I have to do my grocery shopping I like to go out early, as soon as the supermarkets open, at 8. Or, during the midday break, because in Italy the meals are quite sacred, even in the north – although less fanatically as in the south – and in that time, there are fewer people in the supermarkets and the cue is almost inexistent.

Now that everything is frozen in the morning, in order to avoid having to scrape the ice off, my best choice is to go out at midday.

So my mornings are long. And I am happy about it. I have so much to recover. As in my previous life there was no time for me, nor to dedicate to what I usually would do, that is study and write, now that I can finally dedicate my energy and attention to what I had in mind to write and publish, it feels strange.

Although this is the fifth year of my freedom, I still feel a creeping sense of guilt when I dive deep into my things, as if I were steeling my time from duties I were supposed to accomplish! I still have to keep telling myself: You are free now, take your time, it is all yours!

Getting older means that one needs more time for everything. Especially to recover! I must be patient!