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.

The life we choose

@MarieKleber

Nothing ever prepared us to live a life that was not meant for us. We spent years trying to figure out what the world wants, how to be accepted, recognized, how to fit in. And one day we discover that all of this, is complete builshit.

Our truth lies in childhood fun and dreams. It’s where it started and where it will end, only if we give ourselves the chance to let go of all limits we put on our path, of all “I should” we built, of all “not enough” we thought.

It’s not a matter of chance. It comes with understanding that the life we have has nothing to do with the life we want. It’s our choice to follow our heart or to keep going the way we do. It’s not right or wrong. It’s what appeal to us at a moment in time.

And we all know that one moment can change a whole life!

We are all artists

@Marie Kléber

You may think you are not one of them.

Limits are your own, only. Some words you might have heard as a kid. Some thoughts you might have kept for years.

Till one day…

You decide to try, to give it a go.

Till one day…

You choose to change your view on the subject.

Till you take your power back. And then an unknown world reveal itself and you can  fully embrace the truth of who you are.

Don’t let others words or thoughts, don’t let your memories hold you back.

Jump in it, now! And you’ll experience the magic!

 

After

@MarieK

Nobody knows how it will be. After.
I don’t think about it. Not that much.
I don’t worry.
But I wonder…

I found my space, my place, my rhythm
I found my joy, my peace
I got closer to my dreams

Away from the world
I found inside what matters the most to me

I don’t know how I will get back to social craziness
When solitude is such a blessing
I don’t know how I will go back to work
When my mind is set on another track

Life will be different for sure…

Strange Time – Special Time

This is a strange time. I was not prepared to it. To be true at first I was afraid  at the thought of staying home alone with my son. You may know, cause you are reading me for some time now, that motherhood is not that intuitive to me. It’s a challenging experience, a process, a road I took seven years ago not knowing at all what it was about.

This is a strange time, full of emotions going everywhere, taking all the place. There is joy and fear, love and doubts, wonderful suprises, chaotic moments, cries, laughs, so many ups, so many downs too.

It’s not really about being at home, nor about being separated from others, it’s really about finding our peace, our truth inside, it’s about listening to our inner voice, knowing what make sense, to us, it’s about learning who we are, expressing our needs. It’s an introspection, a time out of time, time to grow –  we grow when we struggle! It’s part of the deal too!

And you, how are you living it? Is it tough? Or quite easy? How would you define it? 

The perfect scent of rain

Crédit Pixabay

Opening the window and smelling rain. It’s been a while. I missed the scent of it.

I see rain as a blessing, I see rain as a way to stop and just breath.

Just be in this moment of grace. Just feel life flowing inside.

Rainy days are not bad days. They are days full of love for and from Mother Earth.

Let’s rejoice in them!