Inspiration comes in many forms...
one never knows when or how you fall into it's grace.
Yesterday it arrived in the form of this childhood picture.
I saw it for the first time on facebook,
my sister-in-law Francesca's father had put it on with a small statement...
Sunday evening we had gone to huge family birthday party for two adorable twin boys, with all of Francesca's Baltimore relatives. This side of her family came from a tiny village in Sicily called 'Milici'. I sat & talked with the Grandmother, the matriarch of this family for quite a long time listening to her stories in broken english half mixed with Italian. She talked of life in the village & how she had cared for the children of family & friends, as their parents came to America leaving their baby's behind until they could send for them.
John was sitting next to her & he was one of those baby's.
John & his wife have suffered unimaginable tragedy in their life recently.
I knew who that baby was, as I had just been looking into those sad eyes.
Inspiration comes in many forms.
Last night I was inspired by a beautiful old photo & a
bittersweet story that can be told through the
'Eyes of a Child'.