Over the last years, I’ve noticed a sweet idleness embracing my body and mind in anticipation of my birthday.
I wish I knew what I did in the womb couple of days just before my birth. I know what my child did…
My idleness comes in many shapes and is fun to observe:
It’s an idleness of a cinderella melting in the arms of her dance partner just before midnight.
It’s the idleness of a happy mother half-asleep with her happy kid by her side.
It’s the idleness of a half-asleep mistress inhaling the smell of her generous lover.
It’s the idleness of a body just out of a terrific spa treatment.
It’s the idleness of a mind exhausted by too many hide and seek games.
It’s the idleness of a puppy bothered by a kid who wants to play.
It’s the idleness of a fighter who has it all now and does not need to prove anything anymore.
It’s the idleness of an otherwise busy morning, which brings the peace of mind back to its temple.
I came to realise that idleness is a right. Once in a while it’s actually healthy to indulge on. With love for ourselves and dear ones. It buys you time to listen, hear, smell, observe, contemplate, enjoy and be grateful for everything you’ve been blessed with.