'Fatto in casa'

[boccaderlupo]

Somewhere in between the dream and the waking world, a sort of fully lucid dream, I found myself in the presence of a peculiar entity. I was leaving a sort of restaurant or hall with my family, one of light brown stone. They had gone to the parking lot, but this entity beckoned me to turn back into the restaurant, and so I did. She move with a grace and levity belying her apparent age, and looked like one of those venerable aunts one might see on the Benedetta cooking shows. Notwithstanding the fact that I had to see my family, she moved at her own pace, as if there were all the time in the world, and sat down at a wide kitchen table. Myriad workers and servers bustled about her, and I could perceive deep halls and kitchens beyond, full of activity.

We spoke only in Italian. I gently asked her identity. Fortuna, she said, pushing up her black-rimmed glasses, and I asked if she needed any assistance, but she smiled. She had many lavoranti e attendenti about. We spoke briefly, and I got the sense that I could leave, so I did.

The thought that remained: One may labor for many years for a particular end, but it is only by the Grace of God, Fortuna, the Providence of the Eternal One, that we arrive at an outcome.

Axé!