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Kindness

Solo La Gentilezza

Galleria degli Uffizi, Firenze, Italia  March, 2013

Galleria degli Uffizi, Firenze, Italia  March, 2013

Botticelli
Giotto
Carravaggio
Michelangelo
da Vinci
Raffaello
...The Masters of Italian Art
so many under one magnificent roof

...and these two native Italian men
dwarfed by colossal doors, windows, arches
the older gesticulating to the younger--
Humans contemplating life

[If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all ok
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these]

I was the last visitor to leave
The Uffizi that night
the grand cortile loomed dark and empty
save for these two gentlemen
and me
along with the ancients
in their niches along the portico
eternal gestures frozen in stone

[I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear]

As I strode the long corridor towards the two men
I was struck by the motion of their hands
the way they talked to one another with their bodies--
the earliest form of language?

One of my tiniest patients in the NICU...the day she discovered her thumb!

One of my tiniest patients in the NICU...the day she discovered her thumb!

 

[My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken]

The heels of my boots alerted the men to my approach
Both men paused and turned in my direction
I bid them both a cheerful Buonasera
...SOMETHING made me STOP.

[Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after]

I extended my hand
First, to the older gentleman
He didn't simply shake it,
He held my hand in both of his
Wise, deep brown eyes pierced me 
and he spoke
"Bella e forte!  Molto belle mani!"

I understood.

But, how did he know?

"Strong and beautiful woman! Very beautiful hands!"

Time stopped:

solo la gentilezza

[My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken]

Our interaction was so brief
yet timeless
my favorite moment
of my time in Florence
One of the most soulful compliments 
I've ever received
right there, in front of the Uffizi

Sacred.  Art.
Painters, sculptors, architects...the work of the artist's hands ...the history...
the feeling of being so small in the presence of things so grand so eloquent...so ancient

BEAUTIFUL
HANDS.

Each. Our Own.

[We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
God's heart.--*lyrics by Jewel]

...In the end, ONLY kindness matters. 

solo la gentilezza