The most interesting revelations in life come from the strangest places.
I have written in a previous post about the accident my mother had this summer.
I have been finding blogging quite therapeutic. It has helped me to get over the shock. So I thought I would continue writing.
In August, I spent a week in a hotel in Venice visiting my mum twice a day in the intensive care ward. The rest of the time was spent fighting the unseasonable heat and the sweaty tourists who would relentlessly populate the route I used to take between Piazza San Marco and the hospital.
I also had plenty of time to contemplate the different lessons from this experience. During that time, communication with the outside world was happening on three different levels. I had to talk to:
• My mum, who just a few days earlier had awaken from a coma and could only answer by opening and closing her eyes
• My immediate family and other relatives who were taking turns to drive me nuts
• The nurses and doctors at the hospital
The easiest audience was by far my mother.
And not because she was unable to talk back properly.
Communication with her was happening at a much deeper level. I would stand next to her bed in my intensive-ward attire and imagine what she might be thinking. I just stood there and waited until I got a feeling, then I would ask her a question and I knew that was the question she had in mind.
I am not able to describe how I did. I just did it.
This kind of communication felt very natural. May be, it is all about turning into an antenna and tuning into anything that surrounds you.
Back in London, I started working on a text I had to write for a project and realised that the method I have always been following in my work is not different from the one I used with mother. Only, I had not been aware of it.
All I do is tune into a reality made up by the audience we have to reach and the story we want to tell. I just sit there and listen with my mind, until the right feeling comes to me and then I start writing.
My mother left the intensive care ward today. The doctors are happy with her recovery. Thanks again, from the bottom of my heart, to all the friends who have supported me in this difficult moment.
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