RESURRECTION IN VENICE
1725 – 1726
XXIII
Shadows… shadows… I"ve run from them and I"ve hidden in them. I"ve created them and I"ve neglected them. They are evidence both of Light and of Light being blocked… or stolen. Shadows cast by others may or may not be trustworthy. My shadow, though, is the shape of my invisible self. It proves I am more than my body or what can be seen. My shadow is my soul"s impression… as light as a grace note. Taken over by the shadows of Darkness, my soul disappears. The soul is shy and beautiful and will not, cannot, dare not, fight the brutal powers of Darkness. That the person must do. I, I the person, have not been strong enough to step back into my own shadow. [Antonia, 1741]
October 20, 1725
Light of my Life,
At last I have found a way to reach you by
