Traveling Wind

Wind,

You wave all the world’s seas with your whisper,

Mediterranean waters move like monks mediating in your marvel,

You awaken sleeping Cyprus trees who have fallen to rest in fall,

Monkeys limbo through their newly luscious leaves, no longer weak and crisper

Your beautifying breath kisses my cheeks into a ruby rose,

My face full of budding love and life,

You kiss even my nose,

Like Father nature kisses his wife,

Gently,

You shuffle through the Swiss Alps,

And through every mountain peak

You are eager energy, your energy never weak

You rush over the world, over me, over my scalp

Filling my mind with your mystique,

Existing before ancient Greek

You are not scared of time,

Wind, you are a world wonder.

I wish to be you wind,

To awaken myself to all the world,

To wherever I may blow through,

I will travel like you wind, untrapped by windows,

Qui io vengo (here I come)

To softly sail or to enthusiastically escapade,

Lets go wind,

andiamo. (let's go)

-Carolina Dominguez

Friday, January 28, 2011

La Bella Vita


On actually doing some homework besides l’italiano…
                        “…Thou mayest fashion thyself in whatever shape thou shalt prefer.” Giovanni Picco della Mirandola,
            Mirandola was an ingenious and daring Renaissance philosopher and represents God giving permission to every human being in a way that sharply reflects a departure from the “helpless sense of medieval humanity” into a sense of human beings being able to aspire and create themselves.
            The era before the middle ages, commonly known as the “Dark Ages” was a time when people strictly followed what they knew- and they knew what they knew simply because that’s the way it was. “The way it was” meaning that other people believed things- and so did the rest of them. These people had one collective brain.
            Thank goodness for the discovery of the “Age of Discovery” where each human being was capable of being “each,” an individual human being. A hive of honey bees buzz into one queen bee- where everyone was the queen bee of their own hive, of themselves- their body, mind and soul.
            This “Age of Discovery” as you may have heard it otherwise described as the “rebirth” is the Renaissance- where there was a fantastic realm of possibility to all those who could perceive it..
            And this is my age of discovery as I discover all the fantastic realms of the world- specifically now Europe. I am not saying that the “era” of my life was the dark ages and I am now being reborn into a brighter life. As I think of every period in my life, they have all been bright times, some more illuminated and some more dim… but all nonetheless brilliantly beautiful.
            Just like the people of the Renaissance acknowledged their own capacities as a human being- so I am too. I am capable, even at (I shriek when I say this…) twenty years old, to learn a new language. I am in awe with the language, as I am with the country.
            I must create myself, as an individual. I came here alone to study- to feed my brain and mind and soul (not only with croissants and cappuccino’s)- and to feed my hungering for newness, for new ways to create myself and learn who I am.
            Burchandart once said the Renaissance was “the discovery of the world and of men.” Not only must I discover the world, but I must discover my self as a human (man).
            Saint Francis called the attention to the beauty of the world and all things in it… and as I am “discovering” the world, and myself I am being called to see how both things are beautiful. Bella. Bella vita.
            (Side note: I love on a street called Bella Vista… only after typing “Bella Vita” did I notice the extreme similarity between the two…the world is my home and it is a bella vita.

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