A Little Earthquake Goes a Long Way

Well, as it always seems to be. . . we start something with the best of intentions and then let it drift into an afterthought. It's November 1st, 2005 and as is always the case this time of year I find myself taking stock of life and love. Figuring out, again, what's most important in life, trying to make adjustments to work towards being the woman that I know my mother (God Bless Her) would be proud to call her daughter. This year was much like any other. October comes and goes, the light disappears, the coldness comes, and my spirits dampen.

And then the earthquake rattled me awake! It was a mere 3.9 on the Richter Scale but was enough to shake Matt and I awake at 1:00AM on Halloween. It rocked the bed back and forth, rattled the dishes downstairs and freightened the cat, Harry, enough to MEOW us to consciousness. The volcano is waking up, and up here in our little cottage of a house on the south side of Mt. Etna, I wonder, is there anything that's really stable? The answer is simple enough. Nope, never is.

The challenge for me lies in remembering the good that surrounds me, not worrying so much about the past that formed me, and being thankful for the people and magical wonder of the world that I still have with me to love.

November 1st (All Saints Day) and November 2nd (All Soul's Day) are some of the most important holidays here in Sicily. They are national holidays in Italy and people from all over make it a point to attend mass and to gather at the graves of their loved ones. The cemetery is not a place of saddness today, but a chance to celebrate those ancestors who brought you up, taught you right from wrong, and cherished you while they were here. The spirits of those who've gone before us visit with us down here on Earth all the time, in little ways, a song on the radio, a beautiful sunset, a sweet memory that pops into mind. We just need a little shaking up from time to time to remember how wonderful the world really is.

Someone once said that those who die never really die, as long as they are remembered. They live in those that come after them. I needed a little shaking up this year I think. Some time to reflect on what's important. This is what I figured out.

To my family, I miss you all very much. You are never far from my thoughts and prayers. To my friends, I cherish you, although my silence does not show it, I think of you often and hope that all is well with you. To my husband, I forget how truly lucky I am to have found you. Thank you for loving me as only you can. And for my family in Heaven, watch out for us down here, we need your help. I miss you, love you, and need you all. Forgive me for my silence and know that with every new November 1st, I try again to let you know how truly important you are to me.

I guess a little Earthquake can go a long way. I'll keep you posted on the impending eruption. I'm sure that it won't slide this way, not to worry.

With love and affection,
Christine Sills Arnold