Everyone who knows me has realised that unless I'm working with critically ill patients or managing an emergency department, I don't have a very precise concept of time, but during recent months I've began to appreciate the value of time.
Last night I was awake until 3.30am with a severe migraine. My head was pounding so severely that the pain was unbearable. I haven't experienced a migraine like that since the first week I arrived in Italy, but given my decision yesterday it was to be expected. Anyway this morning I've awoken feeling bright and pain free, and whilst I've been sitting by the open window having breakfast and watching the day break I've been thinking about the value of time.
In the six months I was in Australia, I worked and saved madly in preparation for returning to Firenze because I was filled with certain hopes and dreams. However, shortly after settling in I began to realise that these goals were not going to come to fruition and this reality jolted my heart and courage.
Some time frames are more precise and this allow us to monitor our energies. We know that it takes 20 minutes for a souffle to rise and to cook a Florentine steak, and 6 weeks for a bone to heal but how long does it take for our hearts to mend? Over time I've began to realise that although we have our time frames and expectations, sometimes we have to surrender to another rhythm and that the art of living is in finding some sense of peace whilst we wait. To realise that these times of waiting and wanting are like bridges that link two mountains. The precarious fall will always be there, but there can also be sunshine, wind and another vista to appreciate, and if we take time to re establish a new perspective and rhythm within ourselves we will find the energy, courage and hope to 'get there' in the end.
Last night I was awake until 3.30am with a severe migraine. My head was pounding so severely that the pain was unbearable. I haven't experienced a migraine like that since the first week I arrived in Italy, but given my decision yesterday it was to be expected. Anyway this morning I've awoken feeling bright and pain free, and whilst I've been sitting by the open window having breakfast and watching the day break I've been thinking about the value of time.
In the six months I was in Australia, I worked and saved madly in preparation for returning to Firenze because I was filled with certain hopes and dreams. However, shortly after settling in I began to realise that these goals were not going to come to fruition and this reality jolted my heart and courage.
Some time frames are more precise and this allow us to monitor our energies. We know that it takes 20 minutes for a souffle to rise and to cook a Florentine steak, and 6 weeks for a bone to heal but how long does it take for our hearts to mend? Over time I've began to realise that although we have our time frames and expectations, sometimes we have to surrender to another rhythm and that the art of living is in finding some sense of peace whilst we wait. To realise that these times of waiting and wanting are like bridges that link two mountains. The precarious fall will always be there, but there can also be sunshine, wind and another vista to appreciate, and if we take time to re establish a new perspective and rhythm within ourselves we will find the energy, courage and hope to 'get there' in the end.
It's 8am and as the clouds shift to reveal a blue sky and sunshine it's time for Valentino and I to go cycling through the Chanti - it may be our last long ride together for a while.
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