Fancy a Sprezzatura?
Words descend into our conscious space everyday. Some descend like the gentle breeze, some descend like a hammer. This word landed like a crown of thorns.
She descended like a sunset over the Tuscan horizon catching me holding a glass of red wine in one hand enjoying the vista alone.
Intoxicating, refreshing, exuberantly liberating in every sense. The wine glass is full.
I am in… a state called;
Sprezzatura
Which means…Effortless Grace. Studied carelessness. Studied nonchalance. Careless grace. Nonchalance. Organised chaos.
This word struck me like very few words have.
The word was uttered in total abandon by signora Olivia under the Tuscan evening sky over a hill on top of an olive grove overlooking the valley below.
The truth never sounded so good. Because it is immediately felt.
Once you understand what those beautiful letters spell- S P R E Z Z A T U R A you will never ever be able to describe the feeling. You just understand and that is enough.
Like all other words depicting ETERNAL TRUTHS, this word sits right up there with LOVE, NOW, MEDITATE, EARTH, WATER, AIR, FIRE, SPACE, NATURE, CONSCIOUSNESS.
They all ring true to my very core. Undeniably. Irrefutably.
Words are vibrations and they come in waves. This one comes, cocoons and envelops me like a light woollen blanket with its unique prickliness. There is a certain chill in the air.
Perhaps because it comes with the truth that to live life one has to let go of life. It brings with it an exuberance that almost chokes. At the same time it uplifts one’s spirit freeing oneself from all the fetters of guilt and despair. And the need for control.
Once understood, we begin to see that life is to be lived with a certain carelessness.
Caring less for desired outcomes but accepting whatever comes as a result. No matter how industrious, well prepared, well planned or painful diligence poured into any pursuit, the outcome is yet uncertain. The result of one’s ventures seldom, if never, turn out exactly as planned.
Sometimes, in fact most times, they turn out better than planned but one is too blinded with expectations that one misses the better result staring at one’s face. Perhaps it is because one only has one yardstick for the measurement of success. A dogged determination of gain, conquest, ownership and possession. Self-service as an end to all pursuits. Forgetting the bigger picture of who and what was gained, what was experienced and who we have become as a result of the strife.
Only when one can adopt an attitude of 'careless grace' can one begin to fully appreciate life, enjoy the journey, choose whatever shows up and one will never be disappointed.
The life that we live is truly 'organised chaos' because nothing is certain.
When nothing is certain, anything is possible.
All one has to do is pay attention.
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