The first time I was in Venice I was sixteen years old. While traveling, I had a major crush on the high school water polo who couldn’t give me the time of day. In the end, it was the British tour guide who got my heart despite a ten year age difference between us.
His influence on my life over a number of years dramatically impacted my intellectual education.
Yet there comes a time when recognizing beauty becomes in-bred. Your own beauty suddenly radiates from within. There is no longer a need for someone else to draw it out – as lovely as that is….
It’s the beauty that has always been there waiting for its turn on stage.
The Italians know that beauty is eternal despite how it alters with time and light.
Italians also love company. They are always together. You rarely see anyone alone. They find beauty in being together and in being.
They take their time, no one gets things in to go cups, and everyone drinks lots of wine and coffee.
Italians also flirt. I was in the company of this man for five minutes and you’d think we were long lost lovers.
Beauty is important. It’s one of the conduits to heaven and reminds us of the Divine present among us. In drama therapy, we say that the aesthetic choice is usually the more healing one.