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I have a black dress with a beautiful flower print, three quarters sleeves, midi length. I call it my 90s dress. As in “a dress to wear in my 90s”.image

I picture myself in my mid ninetees wearing it with an orange scarf, a flirtish small purse, mid heels, by my partner’s arm, heading to my daughter’s house for an afternoon picnic.

This is my pledge. A pledge to a long, healthy, happy life, surrounded by people with whom I share a commitment to nurturing. I love the feeling this pledge gives. It makes me grateful and wise about how I use my life resources.

I once met a psychiatrist who cautioned me about the way I use my resources, in a period I worked for five big clients simultaneously, under tough tight deadlines. A did not know the word No at that time. From an Yes person, I turned into a robot. The psychiatrist asked me to pay a visit to her hospital. Seeing Mentally alienated people was an wake up call. It showed the bottom which brought in the salvaging perspective. The mind is a servant. Put it to good use and it will serve you. Make it run endless, meaningless errands and it will rebel. Payback time will get tough. The bottom will be quick to hit. Regaining balance will be challenging.

Back to my dress. It was on my “to donate” list. Until its orange flower print gave me that sense of perpetuation. Was it its stand-out orange pattern, with its energising sunny colour? Was it the contrast between black and orange as in a competition for a bet on the bright side of the life? It can be both. It regained now a prominent place in my wardrobe. This pledge is printed out, folded and kept in my diary, as a claim made with an open heart and humility to a long, healthy, prosperious, loving, fulfilling life for the good of all.

My right to idleness


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…

doing nothing @Viorel Ursu

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.

175824986It’s the idleness of a lioness just before going hunting at dusk.

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.