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My husband has been dreaming of buying an apartment in Italy for years. I resisted and resisted, until I finally gave in. In one of our favorite cities -- Rome -- I fell in love with a place that was being used as a vacation rental that we could continue. By the time of the closing, I was more happy about it than my husband, and being in Rome to sign the papers was one of the most exciting times of my life.


But just as I had buckled my seatbelt on the return flight, the former owner wrote. Instead of a gradual transition of the hosting portals, she wanted to de-activate hers and we needed to move all future guests immediately.


When we got home, I began drafting letters to dozens of already-booked travelers telling them about the change in ownership, and asking them to cancel their reservations and re-book with us. I was on the phone 6 times a day with Airbnb, VRBO, and Booking, generating help tickets like a poker dealer. Booking requests, cancellations, and support messages stacked up in inboxes I didn’t even know I had. I got penalty fines, I confused refund policies, I botched prices. I felt like I was running emergency triage on small hotel.


In the midst of the flurry, it was time to host a bi-weekly writing date I had organized for my writing group, but I felt separated from my creative self by an iron wall. All I wanted to do was guard my inboxes and grind down my to-do list. If the writing date had been mine only, I would have flung it off with relief. But I was the host — I had to show up.


When familiar faces began populating the Zoom quilt, I felt calmer. They too had work emergencies, medical appointments, and visiting relatives. But we sat together and devoted the time to our creative selves.


Writing opened an escape hatch, and a skinny line of sentences whistled out. I wrote about the whirling thoughts and the boulder pressing on my lungs. Little by little, the therapeutic healing of writing took care of me. At the end of the session, looking around at the people who had stayed with me for those 2 hours, I felt held.


There will always be big events in our lives. Amazing wonderful ones, and terrible hard ones, and some that are both. By interweaving ourselves with other humans, we have a better chance of withstanding the storms.


It’s now been almost 2 weeks since we unlocked that door in Rome. The guests are all resettled and things are slowing down. I crave the drama and intensity of the urgency state — maybe because the alternative is to collapse. The group is there for me now too.


Creative communities ground me and prevent me from flying too far from my soul’s purpose. What structures and people keep you in touch with yours?

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ゲスト
2022年9月21日

Soul respect and connection to unleash your creativity and heal uncomfortable moments! So happy you have this flat in Rome to see you more 🥰

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Amy Suardi
Amy Suardi
2022年11月11日
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Thank you, kind soul!

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ゲスト
2022年9月21日

Trastevere! So delightful. A is living there till the end of December.

I love that your creative life gives you a pillar to cling to. ou are an inspiration as always.


- Vivienne

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Amy Suardi
Amy Suardi
2022年11月11日
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Hey Vivienne, Somehow I didn't see these comments! Gotta fix my notifications. What an amazing coincidence that A is there this semester!

Thank you for reading and sharing, Amy

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For years, I've been a member of the writing group that you started here in Milan. It has been a life-line. Even now that we're down to just two regular members, I don't know what I'd do without it.

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Amy Suardi
Amy Suardi
2022年9月21日
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Writing groups are the best! I'm so glad we connected all those years ago and are still in touch.

いいね!
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