The Space Between ...

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It's only just July and, already, it's been quite an unusual year ... full of exotic destinations, quiet happiness and quite some joy, disappointments, delightful people, family, and misunderstandings too.  

It's Life, isn't it.

Today I finally stopped, just for a couple of weeks.  

I have sorted, lifted, and shifted everything I own, getting rid of as much as I could, keeping in mind that I will have a place to 'furnish' in September.

I have lost, at least, 4kgs.  This is not a bad thing.  I am stronger, fitter, and browner than I've been in a while.  On the other hand, I'm exhausted.  The ankle I sprained a few weeks ago reminds me that I have been quite unfair with my demands on it, and it continues to puff up in protest.  But I can walk on it and I'm grateful for that.

I said goodbye to my little sister, and her husband, yesterday morning.  They're still flying today.  The first leg of the journey was about 8 hours.  The second is 17 hours.   I was left wiping away a few sneaky tears as I strode off to finish emptying my room in the palazzo.  I went via Douce, for a restorative espresso and a moment of calm before the lifting and shifting. 

I had the loveliest time with them.  Altogether, we got to spend 17 days catching up, talking, telling stories, eating and drinking when we could.

I saw the web in the photo above, when it was caught in the evening light.  I found it beautiful.