Let me afford to borrow the words that make up the title of a beautiful song by Niccolò Fabi, released in 2016 as the eighth track within the album Una somma di piccole cose, to describe the strange beauty of a time like the summer one in the novitiate. The house empties out, the community disperses in the many different experiments, the usual schedules and small daily rituals that rhythm life in the novitiate fray for a moment opening up to unpredictable variations. In these cases, an attentive gaze grasps, within the obvious and the banal, an unprecedented meaning, which has always been there but which perhaps we did not see.
Between one summer experiment and another, it may happen that the novice has to base himself for a few days in the novitiate. These are unusual breaks within the great summer hustle and bustle, pit stops that in my opinion are very interesting; and this is what I am experiencing these days at home, in the novitiate, in Genoa. The keys to the house represent, perhaps, precisely this secret possibility of making a base, of returning, of stopping, of finding something familiar that allows one to find oneself again. Doesn’t finding the keys to the house in your pocket mean finding again exactly this possibility of travelling without getting lost, of going out into the world without getting lost, and therefore of being able to come back home, even if only for a moment? Doesn’t finding the keys to the house mean being able to rediscover something familiar and thus, for a moment, rediscover oneself? “Be careful of the currents / And don’t forget /The keys to the house”.
2021-07-04