“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful
and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.”
~ Mary Oliver
In October three years ago I was in Florence, knowing nobody and not speaking the language. But what an adventure that was.
Have you ever thought of doing something like that? To know nobody; to walk through the streets and not see a familiar face; to hear people speaking without understanding a single word they are saying and to not know where you are or where you are going; no familiar sights to guide you. It’s total freedom.
For once, you can just be you. There’s nobody who knows you and can comment on your behaviour. We all like to think that we are independent and not moved by others’ comments on our actions, but here I was, totally alone like a ship that had been untied and left to float.
Oh, how i loved Florence and the feeling of just being me for the time I was there. Never before have I been in such circumstances and I suppose I never will be again.
When I returned to NZ many people commented on how brave I was to do that on my own. But it didn’t seem like bravery to me. At the time it was something I wanted to do and so I did it. I wonder if I would have done that had I been younger or was it just the right time for me to stretch my wings and fly?
I’m very pleased that I had that adventure. That I made the decision to go on my own and see that part of the world through different eyes. I had not spent time in Florence before and like a child in a candy store, I delighted in all that I saw. And I delighted in the people I met in the suburb where my apartment was. Nobody spoke English and my Italian is almost non-existent but we managed to communicate and enjoy each others company. And when I returned a couple of years later with my late partner, those neighbours remembered me and were happy to see me.
So much has happened in the three years since that adventure. Life has changed as it will and must. Plans made that cannot be carried through; promises made that cannot be kept; other and different adventures to enjoy or just get through. But that’s what this life of ours is all about.
So as Mary Oliver asks:
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your
one wild and precious life?”
~ Mary Oliver