We just have to wait quietly for the wind to come
Two years ago I attended a one-day advanced management course at CEIBS, which was advanced because the training fee for that day was as high as 250,000. I have forgotten exactly what the course said, but I vividly remember this excerpt from the title page of the training course material:
"For what you want, have the courage to give up something." If you want to be free, you have to sacrifice security, and if you want to be idle, you can't get the achievements that others evaluate. If you want to be happy, you don't have to think about the attitude of those around you. If you want to move forward, leave where you are now. - Under the Tuscan Sun
The moment I saw this passage, I put down the handout in my hand and immediately placed an order for the book. I didn't understand the connection between this text and the course. But I was impressed by this teacher, and while he was parsing the business case, I felt he was appreciating literature. Friends say that I am lost focus, obviously rushing to the management course of ceramis, but I am attracted by the irrelevant preface, 100% upside down.
really. Returning to the busy reality at the end of the training, I only looked through the first section: "Under the fig tree, two cats are curled up, and we also feel that it is very shady there." I have counted that the pigeons grunt sixty times a minute. We can chat slowly. There is time. ”
At that moment I closed the book because I didn't have time. This is two years. I've been waiting, for a suitable moment, for a state of mind that can be read slowly.
Until now.
[We can chat slowly, some are time]
"Under the Tuscan Sun" is about the heroine Frances, who reached middle age, in order to release the pressure of work marriage and urban life, came to the ancient town of Tuscany in Italy, where she met an ancient villa, and her instinctive heartbeat prompted her to buy the villa.
At the beginning of Frances's purchase of the villa, she did not think that this villa would change her bad and depressed life, she just wanted to buy the villa first, stay in Tuscany, but harvested an unexpected surprise, and everything she expected was as promised.
"In 1990, we spent our first summer here, and I bought a king-size book, a cover of Florentine paper, and a blue leather trim. Such a book should have written immortal poems, but what I left on the paper was such things: the names of wild flowers, trivial plans, Italian new words, sketches of the tiles of Pompeii, and the shape of the trees, the chirping of the birds. In addition, the experiences of the people I met and the dishes I cooked were all left in this book. ”
In this narrative of contemplation, it is not so much that Tuscany offers another possibility of life, but rather that Francis has found time in this ancient house, and in an almost static flow of time, the countless quiet nights and sunny days that slowly stretch out, in this slowness, find a new "slow living" fashion.
No matter how anxious you are, or how scared you are, we can't rush forward now, it's useless to rush out, we can't fly, now we just need to be quiet, waiting for the wind to come. Yes, wait for the wind to come, wait for you to send me a round of poetry of the sun, understand that all the days, will be warm as a nose.
Francis experienced all kinds of adventures in Tuscany, on the surface as if a new life had fallen from the sky, in fact it was the life in front of her, except that she spent and felt the life in front of her with a new state of mind.
"We sat under the fig tree, sheltered from the midday sun. Cicadas chirp and chirp, conveying to us the sound of summer's peak. We sat at the table soaking up the delicacies and didn't even bother to say anything. ”
"My ideal paradise is to share a 2-hour lunch with Eddie."
"Eating a long Tuscan lunch, reveling in the contentment of us, we spent as long outdoors as possible, and then took a nap. There's nothing more refreshing than filling in the day's space with a three-hour nap. ”
"At sunset, the guests arrived one after another. Dusks in Tuscany are soft and long. When we drank the aperitif, the sky changed from transparent to golden, and from golden to the unique blue of the evening. By the time we finished our first course, night had fallen. The night came very suddenly, as if someone had violently dragged it down from the mountain. We lit candles and placed them on the stone walls and dining tables, and the background music was the lively sound of frogs all around. ”
The people of Tuscany live in the present moment. They just instinctively brought history to the present day. In this reading, time is static, years are flowing, feelings are alive, and the mood is quiet and vast.
The moment you live in is a feast of flow. As long as you stop, in this city, everything is a story
[The new life is the life in front of you] - Selected fragments
Between Austria and Italy, there was a steep cliff that people crossed the mountains, where a railway link between Vienna and Venice was built, and although there was no train to go on this mountain road at that time, they still laid the tracks in advance, because they knew that one day, the train would come.
What attracts me to the land of Italy is its mountain food language and art, and what fascinates me is the attitude of enjoying life to the fullest, the sense of time and space that overlaps in different eras. Here, the river of time stands still, like the Etruscan stone wall where I salute it every morning with my coffee.
We, who live in the city, find it increasingly difficult to believe in the surreal because our imaginations have been crushed by reality. In the countryside, perhaps because of the proximity to the stars and the woods, we would believe that the shopkeeper with a blooming rose tattooed on his arm and a phosphorescent torch tattooed on his back was performing a real miracle, not a deceptive trick.
Italians like to watch TV during nap time and also like to have sex during this time. Perhaps this is why the temperament of Mediterranean people is different from that of other regions: there must be a difference between a child conceived under the sun and a child conceived in the night.
The ancient Roman poet Ovid wrote a small poem about napping. He lay leisurely in bed on a sweltering summer day, one of the shutters in the house closed, and the other half-hidden "shy girls need dark light to hide their hesitations."
Staying here, I am close to nature.
Without the tracks, the train would never come
Everyone hopes to meet the beauty of life unexpectedly. If there were no rails, the train would never come.
So believing that good things will happen is more important than goodness itself.
Life is stingy and may not give you exactly the same thing you wish for. But it will humorously hide what you want, in a different guise, around you to see if you have the wisdom to find them.
Change the environment, you can see the new scenery, but not necessarily can achieve a new self. Only by changing a different state of mind and another way of living can we find a better self.
It was still 38 degrees hot, and once I calmed down, I could feel the warm, not anxious soft light coming in from the window, and the occasional car passing by the street downstairs was no longer so harsh.