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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Illustration Friday--proverb

"L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle"
"The love that moves the sun and the other stars." Elizabeth Gilbert—Eat Pray Love
I am not sure what makes a proverb and proverb and a quote a quote? I didn’t look it up to find out if there is a difference, they seem so similar. One thought I had was; maybe it’s like a good wine that needs to age. Could be a quote must stick around for a good 50 years or so, to even be considered a proverb. Just a thought. I like the quote above, so that’s my challenge word for this weeks Illustration Friday.

I’ve been reading the book Eat Pray Love. When I saw the movie was coming out with Julia Roberts in the lead role, and this great storyline, I knew that this was a movie I wanted to see. Once every now and again, a so called “Chick Flick” comes out, and I know it’s my solo movie. That was my intent when I purchased the book. I am trying to finish it before the movie’s run, is over. I just can’t seem to read this book fast, and I don’t want to. Also, since I’ve been enjoying it so much, I’m thinking about making this a girlfriend movie instead of a solo movie, seems like it should be shared.

At this point I’m about 15 pages away from India—at this rate, I may be watching it on DVD! As I read her adventures in Italy, I’ve been feeling such pride in my heritage. The detail the author gives on the beauty of the language, may be why I’m savoring it so.

I grew up with the Italian language. I was pretty much engulfed in it. Yet, I never learned to speak it. I picked up a few words here and there, some good, some not so good. Somewhere around the age of 13, I attempted to learn it, on the count of my Uncle Cosmo was coming from Italy to visit his sister, (my grandma Luisa) who he hadn’t seen in 50 years—can you imagine? There was even a big write up in the local newspaper. In any case, my limited attempts fell by the wayside. I only realized later in my life how much I took it all for granted. The dialect had been a part of my life until I was 29 years old. That’s when my grandfather died, and that’s when the language all but ceased. My Uncle Tony would stop by and visit with my Aunt Yolanda, (we called her Auntie Yo) and they would spurt out a few words here and there, but it wasn’t the long procession of words that once was. And little by little I began to notice it's absence, and began to miss it.

Just a little story to end with that sort of carries this point home on just how much I missed the language and dialect after it was gone.

One day I decided it was time to buy some decent pots and pans, so off I went to Sears. I was in the kitchen section, hidden well within the tight rows of kitchen goodies, when I heard the sweetest sounds coming from a few rows over to the side of me. A mother and her daughter speaking to each other in Italian! The old women had to be in her late seventies, and was going on and on in such a flurry of words, and with so much enthusiasm! It was as if my grandmother was speaking again! I hadn’t heard this kind of on-going dialogue in so many years, so I stayed hidden away, sneaking from row to row just to hear the fluency of the language. I don’t think they knew I was eavesdropping, they seemed way too preoccupied with their own task at hand. It brought back good memories. I felt sad and grateful at the same time.

PS-- I told my girlfriend Linda I wasn’t going to write a lot this week. She said, "Yes you will"--sometimes I hate when she’s right!
I'm wondering now if she’d like to travel to a movie with me—I mean how often is it that you can see 3 countries in 2 hours, in addition to a bunch of wonderful quotes!

10 comments:

  1. Ahahahahaha!!! Proof I was right about something! Your grandparents were sweeties, but I didn't really get any farther than the "muncha muncha!" Some day you can write about the food too. I can offer testimonials.

    I like the texture of the picture, and really like the colors. Nice quote, nice pic, and I'd love to go to the movies!

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  2. Beautiful! I love the combination of colours, and the way they flow together.

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  3. Hi Mary Lou,
    Love your post.

    Eat Pray Love has been on my mind lately.

    I wrote about wanderlust on Friday. It's funny that you were thinking it's the kind of movie to see with a friend, because I was thinking that I should go see it alone :)

    And even though I'm a Julie Roberts Fan, part of me is wondering if I should skip the movie and
    hold onto the images in my mind, painted by Elizabeth's words. Tough call.

    Amy

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  4. Thanks Linda, it's a date, hopefully I will get the book read in time. I read slow :) glad you enjoyed your aha moment!

    KL-- I really like your style, thanks for the visit.

    As I am reading the book Amy, I can see why they would think Julia Roberts would be a good fit. I love Elizabeth's writing style.
    I will check out your latest post, I love your stories so much. Seems as if we've been on the same train of thought lately :)

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  5. What beautiful words. You know I love the language too and have seriously thought about on more than one occasion taking Italian lessons. I do believe it is a beautiful language. And Mare this is one of my bucket list things to do, learn Italian before I die. Maybe we can do it together. Take care. The picture is fabulous by the way.

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  6. Thank you so much Sue, I think you know how much your opinion means to me! love you~Mare

    yes, I think I would like to learn :)

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  7. Heya Mary Lou, yes there's a lot of movement in this one, great colours make us all happy I think

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  8. Heya right back at ya Andrew--I think you're right, playing around with my colors has always made me happy! Thanks for stopping by to visit :)

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  9. Ahh, this is beautiful - you certainly infuse a passion for colour in your work. Just lovely!

    Cheers,

    Cindy

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  10. Well thank you very much Cindy!!

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