Changing what you have, Kate, comes from changing who you are.

And changing who you are comes from changing what you think.

Which is why I made the latter so easy.

Hey, I think it's Friday...

The Universe

Because changing what you think, Kate, ultimately changes your words, your actions, the kind of music you listen to, the movies you watch, the places you visit, the friends you hang out with, and, yes, even how you look in jeans.

German Philology actually rocks.

And finally...the pics from when we went to Brussels (my birthday) :-)
MUM: notice my lovely coat!!!

When Courtney came to Italy in December!!!!!
COCO MARIA DI COSENZA!!!!!!!!!

Some pics from Christmas (I know, I'm behind).

Mum,
I can make CANNELLONI!! Why don't you come here and I'll make you some!!!????

When our friend Joan came from Toronto, we took him to Catania and Siracusa in Sicily...

I'll take you there too!!!!

Mammmmmmaaa: Vieniiiiiiiiiiiii, daiiiiiiiiii!!! (Mum, come here, come on!!!)
Love,
your daughter,
Kate

I'm really far behind...on posting photos for my Mum...on communicating...on...on...on...it feels like everything.
Hope that in this new year I'll organize time well enough so that I can do all the things that make me happiest ie) REST, talk to my family and friends, read, play the guitar...

and now I back-track...
BRUSSELS
Oct.26/2009

"The Law of Love" moving us to action...

http://www.saintjameswestminster.ca/sermons/090201.pdf

It's Saturday afternoon and I'm home alone...DANCE PARTY! Err...I mean, I need to clean the bathroom, iron a mountain of clothes and vacuum. BUT, before I accomplish the impossible at home today, I'm relaxing and reading.

I'd love to be able to take a drive with my Mum on Sunday morning to London to visit St. James and take part in the service... alas, Cosenza is a bit far for that and so, I'm reading a few of Father Ken's sermons online in PDF format...yay for Father Ken and technology!

I'm reading "Serendipities and surprises" and thinking about how we all have those days where we get a piece of news and are unsure whether it's positive or negative and so, in a state of fear, we panic and feel like a mega death bomb is being dropped on our happy little bubble...obviously, yes, I am talking about myself. Instead, if we attempt for a moment to be rational, we can live the serendipities of life as the unexpected blessings that they are.

http://www.saintjameswestminster.ca/sermons/090510.pdf

Go freaking figure that when I lived in Gainesville, Florida...I lived on the only side of Gainesville where you have to go UP A HILL in order to get to the University on foot.
UP A HILL.
I taught EVERYDAY for 50 minutes.
That means, take the bus...if you have the patience to wait for it, or WALK UP A HILL IN 50 degree weather!!!!
WTF?
I walked. often. cutting through the hospital for temporary relief (air-conditioning)...before trudging up the hill and arriving at class sweaty and disgusting.
In order to mentally prepare, I filled my Ipod with songs that INSPIRE one to walk up a hill in such conditions...and, often, there was a SONG OF THE HILL...sort of like a song for the day.

This is my SONG OF THE HILL for today. I miss you too Joy and Alberto.

U2
Where the streets have no name

I wanna run
I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Ha...ha...ha...
I want to feel
Sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Ho...ha...

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see our love
See our love turn to rust
Oh, we're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

Bourree

Oh the days when I could pirouette without falling on my...

When balance is on...my favourite...Adage

Grand jete

Petit Allegro

Petit Allegro

Grands Battements

Developpes passes davant

Battement tendu

Rond de jambe

It felt so good to be home, see my Mum, walk around...and I got my little Canadian flag so I can march around at home in Italy.
Enrico and I have paraded around the house twice already...he just needs to improve his OH Canada anthem.

MUM,
Dr. Asher will not approve of these stitches...sorry, but you have to show him.
Love
Kate