Why do compass roses attract me? What kind of magic lies behind them? I don’t know. Is the wind rose a metaphor of life? So many ways, open, to take. To sail away or to rest in a quiet harbour? To change direction or to stand still? Or both? Possibly at the same time (!). That is the question.
I love this picture of our daughter Costanza. She is standing right in the middle of the wind rose, her life ahead. But aren’t we all, continually, in the middle of a wind rose? We just have to seize the rudder of our life and give it a push. Or, then again, maybe not.
The important thing is to feel we do have the rudder of our life in our hands. Thus spoke Simona-Zarathustra.
N.B. If you want to try the Romantic feeling of defying the Elements while driving the imaginary boat of your life, may I suggest you step on the windrose in Pesaro, in the month of February, while the north-west wind blows, the Mistral, messing up your hair, holding you arms up as in the attempt of embracing the universe (Titanic-style, so to speak). Oh, I almost forgot. Be sure nobody is around. They may think you are nuts. And what is even worse… they may not be wrong!