Enjoying risotto at Piazza S. M. Novella One of the down sides of solitary travel is that I find myself stepping into an unconscious world, neither here or there, not present to the moment. If anything I’m inclined to dwell in the future, which in Florence often means where and what my next meal will be. As I get older I need to pay attention to this tendency, because let’s face it, my future is limited. In her last years Mom was grateful for happy memories and the way her life had worked out. Her future thoughts circled around immediate plans, which often included the next meal, and although she didn’t talk about it much, how and when she would die,. Primarily she enjoyed the moment she was in. She would sit at family gatherings, smiling, observing, and participating when someone sat down to talk with her.
I’m not there yet, but I do think about being in the moment, which is something I can practice when I am alone. A good way is to take pictures. Um, there’s always food.
I’m not there yet, but I do think about being in the moment, which is something I can practice when I am alone. A good way is to take pictures. Um, there’s always food.
