Monday, 20 April 2020

An Open Window


Low, grey cloud blanketing the muted city
Humans hiding under the cover of fear and command.
Quiet,steady drizzle falling on rooftops and roadways
landing on the ground with its own little ditty;
Shifting direction with the breeze from the ocean
flowing from the skies and in constant motion.

While autumn leaves are dancing to a rhythm of their own
and the birds and the wind come together in song
with the swaying, the swaying, the swaying of branches,
the sea joins the chorus so the anthem enhances.  

The waves are revelling in their freedom to soar
as man-made mechanisms weigh them down no more,
gulping in air, with sighs of relief,
to relish the respite, however brief.
Rising up on their haunches to peak near the sky,
taunting the seabirds and tickling their thighs.

Starlings are hopping from berry to berry,
dining with joy at no interruption.
The feast is ongoing and gathers more guests
before the sunset there’ll be little rest.
Trees are rustling with feathers and feet
as delighted birds chatter, singing praise for this treat,
While the human’s away, nature will play!

                                                                                                             © Francesca Pelli
                                                                                                                                         Cape Town
                                                                                                                             20 April 2020 (lockdown day 25)

Saturday, 18 April 2020

Leonardo da Vinci's Left-Handed Legacy ~ and me


My Zio Edoardo (Lozio) was married to my aunt, mamma Nelly's younger sister, Silva (Lazia). (Sandro, my brother, and I ended up calling them 'Lozio' and 'Lazia', nicknames resulting from our mashing of the correct article use in Italian ) Lozio, who sadly passed away a long time ago,was an extraordinary man. Larger than life in his presence, his appetite, his curiosity, his thirst for knowledge, his actual knowledge, his humour, his work ~ Edoardo was a husband, son, uncle, doctor,  philosopher, historian, puzzle maker, book collector (the most well-read person I've ever met) lover of  cats, Stanlio e Ollio (Laurel and Hardy), practical jokes and burping competitions.(He always won.) Highly intelligent, funny and engaging, he could tell you a story or give you information about absolutely anyone or anything. Want to know how to say 'cod' in Italian? Done. Want to know who invented the first pair of stockings? Done. Want to know the names of five types of butterfly? Done. The history of Laurel and Hardy? That too. Capital of Mars? Yep. Name it, he had it. And if he didn't, he'd find it. Keep in mind that there was no such thing as Google then.

As kids, Sandro and I used to go to Italy to spend some summers there with family that we only saw for those holidays. Sometimes, mamma would be there, but sometimes it was just us. We used to stay with Lozio and Lazia most of the time since they had no children and had space at home. We also spent time with aunts and uncles on my dad, Lorenzo's, side - Zia Anna, Luigi, Zio Roberto (who sadly passed away a week after mamma in 2015), Laura, and cousins Roberta, Alessandro, Chiara and Lorenzo. We were very lucky to have those times in Trieste, Lignano, Grado and Belvedere, bonding with faraway relatives and building lifetime memories with food, cats, walks, sunshine, the city, the sea and gelato.

"So, where the heck does Leonardo fit into all of this?"  I hear you cry! Ok well - no, he wasn't there or a family member, but I was introduced to him by Lozio Edoardo, of course, who told me that Leonardo da Vinci was a lefty - like me. Da Vinci was also a genius. Like me. ( Ok, maybe not quite there yet) He also used mirror writing, starting on the right-hand side of the page moving to the left. To be able to read it, one would have to use a mirror or read through the back of the page if it wasn't double-sided. No-one is really sure why he did it but there are some interesting theories (and a fun activity) here:  https://www.mos.org/leonardo/activities/mirror-writing

After this introduction, Lozio suggested that we start writing letters to each other across the seas using Leo's 'special writing' so that our correspondence would be secret. And we did. It felt much easier for me to write from right to left although my letter formation suffered somewhat,but I started practising more and more and it got a lot better. I wish I still had the letters to look at now but those got lost a long time ago, unfortunately. As I got older, I found that when I was bored, like during some classes at school and then lectures at university, I'd take notes in mirror writing. Obviously, it took more effort afterwards to decipher them with or without a mirror, but it kept me challenged and I felt incredibly special and clever. (Must be the genius in me) It was fun and very rewarding to see people's reactions to this writing too and as the years went by, I'd play with it in class, with friends and when journaling. I still do. I also started toying with writing with both hands at the same time with the left hand moving from left to right and the right hand moving from right to left. I can do it better on a whiteboard but paper work is improving. I try the other way round too so that I go right to left with the left and left to right with the right. I guess this reflects some kind of ambidexterity? I do use scissors with my right, I use a knife and fork like a righty, and I kick with my right foot too. And guess what? Leonardo, our famed genius, was probably ambidextrous too. See where I'm going with this?

Anyway, last year I bought myself a sketch book so that I could write or draw or stick stuff in, looking at different ways to express myself more creatively and as a focus when feeling overwhelmed or with nothing to do. I wanted this journal-of-sorts to be where there was no structure and where
I just went with whatever came up and out. Opening onto a fresh page and filling it with whatever, in any form. And one day, the mirror writing appeared and I just carried on- there was no topic, no event, no reaction - just writing. As I put words onto the paper, others appeared again and again until the page was full. I named the piece 'Human By Association' once I was getting towards the end because it all unfolded as I was writing. One idea led to another, another, another. I found that I couldn't break the stream by lifting the pen to move to the one side of the page so... it became a combination of right-to-left-left-to-right down the whole page.This was the first time I had produced double-directional writing (is that a thing?) When I looked back, I noticed that the ideas connected through association, capturing typical human states,moments, events, places,creations. There's a lot of life in there in those questions about states,moments, events,places and creations and I recognise them in mine.


Here it is. I hope you take the time to read it. I would so appreciate hearing what you found and what you think.

Do you read yourself in there too?


      ........................................................................................... Start here!
Right to left then left to right ..and so on 


And so this is where Leonardo da Vinci's left-handed legacy got me. I'm proud and excited about being able to do this and happy to share it (show off?!) and to find out what and how much YOU relate to this, any of it.

I've included a link to another site about our genius, Leonardo, here:
http://lefthanderslegacy.org/leonardo-da-vinci/

Who knows, you may find out you're a genius too. Like me. ;-)


and here, some light entertainment in Lozio's memory albeit with a slightly modern touch:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BabXYevQwmE



                                                                                                       (c) Francesca Pelli
                                                                                                             Cape Town
                                                                                                             18 April 2020

















Tuesday, 14 April 2020

The Ocean of Love and Loss



Halfway into a lockdown that has put the world on hold because of the global Covid-19 pandemic,  I'm starting to feel the effects of being on my own for so long , without the option to venture out for some noise and human interaction. Spending so much time in my head brings up all sorts of things...and some of them compound the heavier emotions at times. Like now.

Last night, before I fell asleep, an image popped into my mind and with it, the title for this post.The ocean in Cape Town, on the Atlantic Seaboard,a winter's day. Blue,blue skies, gentle breeze, high tide ~ and rough. "Ok," you might be thinking, "and?" Well, this image is connected to a morning last year when I drove down to sit by the water's edge to try and process someone's departure. A person who came into my life unexpectedly,a person I came to care about tremendously, someone who gifted me beautifully unforgettable moments of romance, laughter, fun, passion and friendship. And left.  

No, no,the reason for the departure isn't as dramatic as you may be predicting! It was time for him to go back to his country after a few months in South Africa~ but I won't lie, I felt it as powerfully as the event in your dramatic prediction would feel. It was still a loss, the death of something that had had life breathed into it, and then taken away. Breath- taking. (Read that as you will)
So I went to look for some comfort in nature, and sat by the water for a few hours. (I won't bore you with the details of how many tears I shed or how many doughnuts I ate) It was once I got home that the words I'd collected there released themselves onto paper. 
Here they are.

The Ocean of Love and Loss

This morning I sat by the ocean and watched how it mirrored all that is happening inside of me.
How the waves moved closer and curved to meet each other 
like I, with you.
How they built momentum with their power to rush to touch
like I, with you.
How they rose together in their strength to hold onto the high
like I, with you.
How they blended together, losing their edges and folding into each other
like I, with you.
How they fell down together,breathing,but holding on
like I, with you.
How they crashed into the rocks and slowed to inhale, once again
like I, with you.
How they slowed down and took another breath before being pulled out again
like I, with you.
How they moved back towards the horizon, lower than before
like you.
How they looked to the shore for a safe place to land
like me.

                                                                   
                                                                                           (c) Francesca Pelli  11/08/2019
                                                                               - for F.M. -

I've always been a hopeless romantic. Words on paper have always been my outlet for expression.  Is there any better way to capture love?