train left Zurich’s main station taking me south. I cuddled in my
seat taking pleasure in my corner all for myself. I enjoy my trip
watching the slide-show of varied and colorful autumn scenes. I pass
charming Swiss towns and villages surrounded by great green succulent
prairies among so many pearls of rippled lakes. The view is unique and
innovative this season of the year with the heavenly frame of divine
images of fresh-white sprinkled mountain peaks.
My special international train
carries travelers from Holland to Italy crossing Switzer-land from north
to south. It is common to hear happy conversations in many different
languages from dialects spoken in adjacent countries.
In my daydream mood I admire this
ever so lovely countryside. I am relaxed! I am a happy princess in a
I am jostled out of my inner reverie
as a lovely lady appears before me. With an inquisitive smile she
wordlessly points to the seat vis-ŕ-vis from me gracefully articulating
whether the bench is free. A bit surprised I spontaneously say: "Si, si"
in Italian which she accepts with a happy sigh, acknowledging that I
speak her language. She settles in the seat to make herself comfortable.
For a short time silence enfolds our
compartment, we do not speak, not even in a whisper. All is quiet. Only
the monotonous rattle of the train wraps me in a pensive state.
After a while the lady decisively
gets up. Urgently she walks towards the exit. My eyes follow her as she
valiantly tries to close the door of our compartment.
"This is unfair," she complains
while coughing out half the words into her sentence. "I came to this
‘non-smoking’ compartment because I am allergic to smoke. Now the door
lets all the smoke in here and I will be sick!"
No, no, madam, I insist,
smiling in my perfect Italian, you have a natural positiveness and
love radiating from your eyes. Your caring attitude leaves you untouched
from anything you do not choose to experience. You are a positive
thinking lady. I know!
Her somber face instantly transforms
into a glowing smile, happily accepting my words.
"Thank you," she thankfully states.
"You are so right. I am a positive person. I am so glad you said what
you did. I needed a reminder. Thank you!"
Wow, what a delight, I think as I
look into her eyes. I feel goodness mirroring from her face. Her
integrity is clear.
Like two seasoned philosophers we
talk about life, the appearance of death and harmoniously exchange our
thoughts. She hands me her business card.
"My name is Ida Moscatelli. I was a
professor at the Conservatory G Verdi di Milano for more than 55 years.
Two years ago I retired as a music teacher. It was hard to leave my
beloved students. Their respect meant so much to me." Her eyes fill with
tears as she recalls her students who each are genii learners. "I give
private lessons at home."
She proudly adds, "Often I teach
without charge to those who cannot afford it. My students call me their
mentor. They come to me with their personal challenges, as well as their
joy in studying music."
Ida shares her stories with me
showing how patiently, lovingly and wisely she deals with her students.
She is a positive lady living her convictions, a delight to listen to.
Ida expressed her immeasurable love
she has with her alumnae. I am impressed to hear about her private life.
"I was married for just five years,
when my husband died leaving me with our baby son. I never married
again. My love now was for our son and my music.
"One day a friend asked me for a
very special favor. He was a social worker finding parents for abandoned
children. Overburdened with requests, he asked me to help him, just for
one day and night. Touched with his sincerity I was ready to be of
service. I brought home twin three-year-old girls. Though I only
accepted these two angels for a short time, I cared. In the evening
before cuddling them in for the night, I gave them each a cozy bath. And
then it happened," Ida joyously twinkled, "when one of the girls looked
up at me with her innocent angel-blue eyes and candidly asked me, Can I
call you mummy! I melted."
Ida whispers, "I was so deeply
touched I snuggled both girls in my arms unconditionally accepting them
as mine. From that precious moment on I raised three angels. It was fun
and rewarding. Each child is now grown and successful in their
profession. Each enjoy their happy family.
"For three years the twins dreamed
being a nurse. Today they are and are blessing their delighted patients.
In this respect they were able to also bless their ‘real’ mother who at
one time showed up needing urgent medical help. The twins cared and
nurtured their mother back to health with their professional skill as a
nurse and their unconditional love. Then, they never saw her again."
Ida’s book of life was filled with
stories of unconditional givingness. She is an impressive example of a
divine life. I talked about the University of Healing teachings. I spoke
about Jesus, Buddha, Socrates and many other great teachers--realizing
that all paths lead to Rome when I live-up sincerely to my belief.
Belief matters not, only that I
practice it with integrity, sincerity, honesty and unconditional love as
my foundation on my path through life.
My three hour trip from Zurich to
Lugano was a timeless precious moment in the here and now illumined by
Ida’s sharing which ended in Lugano with a mutual spontaneous hug in
love--yes in bliss.
-Dr Ellen Jermini