There is nothing like a vacation to reset thoughts and priorities. We need the perspective of comparison to differentiate things and set them in proper light.
For one I understood during our recent vacation in Italy why the Italians think American pizza is hard to digest (something I read somewhere recently). In the little Tuscan village of Radicofani in a humble outdoor lunch trattoria we had the thinnest possible pizza, like a sheet of crumbling paper, simply covered with some choice but rather scant toppings, a few shreds of prosciutto, some arugula, scattered pecorino shavings (no parmesan here)
, perhaps on a thin smear of tomtoey sauce. Nothing like that thick yeasty crust we are used to with gobs of toppings (kitchen sink pizza, anyone?) and a gooey and heavy layer of cheese on top.
take your time zooming...
…my husband said yesterday when I exclaimed I was going to zoom to the farmer’s market to pick up a few things and be right back to make breakfast. Although he almost never sits still, he is the one who keeps reminding me to slow down and smell the roses.
The subject of living in the moment keeps creeping up for me. Watching the fabulous fireworks in Warwick on Saturday night, the thought popped up that fireworks must be the one thing outside of meditation where I cannot be other than entirely in the moment. The minute I think about what I see there is already something else to see. So I have to suspend my thinking to keep up with the enjoying.