The question she asked and the answer I don’t want to think about…

She asked me the question, I don’t want to or I don’t know how to answer. I believe there’s a time for everything. I am not sure the time is right for this question. I don’t want to see what’s behind the veil. I don’t want to dig in, not this time, not now. Not now, after all I’ve been through. I want a space free of questions that have the power to break the balance I’m slowly finding.

I know I’m not brave there. I don’t want to be or I’ve been brave enough. I want peace.

Anyway, I will answer this question, step by step. At my own pace. Cause it has to be adressed. I just want to allow myself not to be stressed by it, as if there’s a deadline to it.

No deadline, just the knowledge it’s out there somewhere waiting for me, not to take action, but at least to think about it, to work through the hypothesis.

It’s not the end, just a new beginning.

Do you know about questions like this? What yours would be or talk about?

Space between

Tracy Chapman sang about “the space between”
What’s in there?

Imagination
Things we hold as true
Past memories
Odd feelings

We feel the need to fill in
As emptiness is quite frightening
A place where shadows are walking barefoot
Unafraid of the turmoil inside

What’s in there is just
Time trying to catch up time
So we can move on
Without losing our minds

Only the beginning

***

No more projects
Was this true?

Freedom of being
Doing what feels right

Acceptance of what is
Enjoying moments as they come
And go

Freedom of testing
Taking pleasure in the making

Projects are alive
Objectives belong to the past

And this is only the beginning of a brand new life…

F***ing QR code!

The other day, I was out in Paris, enjoying a sunny day. I was on my way to get some books at the library. And as I was in a nice area and there was a nice “salon de thé” on the way, I was ready to take myself for a little treat!

I got in and the waitress told me to scan the QR code to get the menu. Without even saying hello. Rude!

I know it’s only got to do with an app on your mobile phone, but I don’t like it. Even if I can understand that during such a special time, it’s something useful. Maybe they could just add a menu at the entrance of the shop. Or find a way that can suit everybody. Is is too much to ask? We’re all humans after all. Nowadays I feel like we are devices living a human life. It’s shocking!

I mean some people don’t have a smartphone. And maybe some people got one but don’t have a clue what a QR code is. In this word of “new technologies” we think that everybody has the same chances. But no.

One of my friend, who is teaching in secondary school told me that during the lockdown, half the kids didn’t have access to Internet. Or even have a computer.

On a different but related matter, not later than this summer, my grand-mother had to order a new ID card. The process is a mess. The French Administration requires an email address or a mobile phone number for people to get in touch with her. She’s 97 years old! Wake up guys! She doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about. She’s from another planet, a different time. And this is not a single exemple. Unfortunately.

So, I left the shop, as a way to say that I didn’t agree with this new way of dealing with people!

Writing Prompt #13

We know deep inside
That the world can burn itself
So many men full of pride
Trying to mess up with life and death

We may stand alone in this place
Where hearts are hard
And shortened is our breath

But if we can hold our hands in the midst of chaoas
And if our eyes can meet in the turmoil of pain

We will have found the key
That unlock the doors of eternity

This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.