#Fiction Monday (272) Ideas from fog... - Idei din ceata...

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'BREATH'.

'Respira. Elibereaza-te. Si aminteste-ti ca acest 
moment este singurul despre care stii sigur ca il ai.'

I had a few trips to make on a day that happened to be foggy. A thick fog, like in the 
mountains, except I was in the city. I’ve always enjoyed this kind of atmosphere, 
it’s as if I’m witnessing countless real-life special effects. 😊 Still, it feels strange to 
breathe something that seems to have a tangible consistency... 

There are certain things I was never taught in school. Naturally, curricula has its gaps, 
but I believe these particular topics were quite important: the breath and the speed reading. 
There are others, of course, but these seem like the priorities to me right now. I used to 
assume that, since we’ve been practicing breathing from the very first second of our life, the 
subject was clear enough. And that once we learned to read, that skill was a fixed, unchanging 
constant. To my surprise, I discovered that this was a major misjudgment.
In an earlier post, I mentioned a book by J. Boisson titled *The Occult Science of Breath*, 
which contained the following idea: "A single generation of people who breathe well would 
give rise to a race in which diseases would almost completely disappear."
I did not set out  to any specific method because everyone must find the own path, 
based on the own body and its limitations. I simply wanted to point out that we can achieve 
a much better state of well-being by breathing consciously and understanding the internal 
effects of this process. As for the speed reading, well, that’s a wish that hasn’t come true yet, 
but I believe it’s entirely possible! 

'Respira adanc si realizeaza prima data lucrul dificil .'

Am avut cateva drumuri de facut, exact intr-o zi in care a fost ceata.  O ceata deasa, ca la
munte, doar ca eram in oras. Mi-a placut dintotdeauna o astfel de atmosfera, parca vad
nenumarate efecte pe viu. 😊 Insa ma simt ciudat sa respir ceva ce parca are o anume
consistenta...

Sunt anumite lucruri care nu mi-au fost predate in scoala. Evident ca programele mai
au lacune, insa acestea cred ca erau foarte importante. Ma refer la respiratie si la citirea 
rapida. Mai sunt  si altele evident, insa acum acestea mi se par prioritare. Chiar daca, 
exersand respiratia din prima secunda de viata, credeam ca e suficient de clar subiectul.
Si ca odata ce am invatat sa citesc, acest fapt este ca o constanta nemodificabila. 
Am descoperit cu surprindere ca a fost o mare eroare de apreciere. Cu ocazia unei 
postari mai vechi, am mentionat o carte scrisa de J. Boisson - 'Stiinta oculta a respiratiei', 
ce continea urmatoarea idee: "o singura generatie de oameni respirand bine ar duce la o 
rasa la care bolile ar dispare aproape complet". Nu mi-am propus sa ma ancorez in vreo
metoda. Fiecare trebuie sa isi gaseasca calea, in functie de propriul trup si de limitele lui. 
Doar am reamintit cu aceasta ocazie, ca putem fi mult mai bine cu noi insine, respirand
constient si intelegand efectele interne ale acestui proces.
Cat priveste citirea rapida, este doar o dorinta inca nematerializata, insa cred in posibilitate!

'Respira, relaxeaza-te si imagineaza-ti 
asa cum doresti sa fii'.

# Fiction Monday (271) - A strange white stain

           [ #Fiction Monday (69) - It is about heat ]

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#Fiction Monday (271) A strange white stainO pata alba ciudata

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'STAIN'.

This week, coinciding with the game, something very strange happened—something you can 
see in the first image. There, in a small planter box containing sunflower sprouts, a tiny stain 
of white appeared: a little plant that seemed to lack chlorophyll. Why? I have no idea. 
And why now? That seems to be another story, a gift from the nature, arriving just as I was 
wondering what connections could be drawn regarding this word (and there are plenty). 
But more significant is the rediscovery of an idea I’d heard some time ago, though I only just 
looked into it now: chlorophyll and hemoglobin are similar, differing only in the atom at the
center of the molecule: magnesium in the former, and iron in the latter. 
A piece of information that is truly precious for our lives...
On another note, removing certain stains can sometimes be a real challenge. However, 
I always try to manage using whatever I have on hand at home, things like vinegar, baking 
soda, citric acid, or talcum powder. I’m always happy when I manage to successfully get 
rid of a splash! 😊 I didn’t manage to put together a proper "color stain" exercise for this 
game, so I’ve added an image that I’ve edited in the 'splash'  style instead!

'Nu lasa niciodată o pata din trecut 
sa-ti lase o urma asupra viitorului.'

In aceasta saptamana, sincron cu jocul, s-a intamplat ceva tare ciudat. Ceva ce 
vedeti in prima imagine. Acolo, intr-o mica jardiniera cu lastari de floarea soarelui,
a aparut o mica pata de alb. O plantuta ce parea fara clorofila. De ce asa?
Habar nu am. De ce acum? Asta pare a fi alta poveste, despre un cadou oferit de natura, 
exact cand ma intrebam ce conexiuni s-ar putea face legat de acest cuvant. 
Ca sunt destule. Insa mai importanta este redescoperirea unei idei, auzita cu ceva timp 
in urma, insa abia acum am cautat-o. Clorofila si hemoglobina sunt asemanatoare, cu 
exceptia atomului din mijlocul moleculei: magneziul respectiv fierul. 
O informatie pretioasa pentru viata noastra...
In alta ordine de idei, eliminarea unor pete devine uneori adevarata provocare. 
Insa imi dau silinta sa ma descurc cu ceea ce am prin casa, gen otet, bicarbonat, sare
de lamaie sau talc. Ma bucur de fiecare data cand ma despart cu bine de vreo stropeala.😊
Nu am reusit un exercitiu real de pete de culoare pentru acest joc, asa ca am adaugat
prima imagine modificata in acest stil!

'Toata viata am proiectat umbre, fara sa-mi 
pese cat de adanc imi pateaza sufletul.'

'Splash' style!

#Fiction Monday (270) - Between words and art

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Stained glass art:

#Fiction Monday (270) Between words and art Printre cuvinte si arta

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'SPILL'.

'Nu are sens sa plangi peste laptele 
varsat. De ce sa deplangi ceea ce 
s-a intamplat si nu poate fi anulat'?

Every day, I see a copper-colored spot on the carpet. Fortunately, the carpet has an intricate 
pattern, so the spill which happened when I opened the stuck lid of a container, doesn't stand 
out too much. After a few moments of panic, I pulled myself together  and used a spatula to 
scoop up the paint that had cheerfully landed on the floor. I cleaned up as much of the excess 
as I could, yet permanent evidence of that moment of carelessness remains.
In my crafting area, I’ve had a few incidence with nearly finished greeting cards accidentally 
spilling paint on them. Yet, the experience of fixing them, once I resisted the urge to simply 
throw them away, proved fascinating. 
I learned not to react immediately,  so that I can then act within the bounds of my own 
reasoning. Ultimately, regardless of the situation, the key is to avoid acting rashly under 
the influence of anger, distress, or fear. 
Acting without thinking doesn't produce solutions; it only complicates our lives! 😊 

'Cuvintele de prisos pur si simplu se revarsa
atunci cand mintea este deja plina'

In fiecare zi vad o pata aramie pe covor. Noroc ca acesta are un desen complicat si nu sare 
prea mult in ochi o completare  ce s-a imprastiat cand am deschis capacul intepenit 
al unei cutii.  Dupa cateva momente de panica mi-am revenit si am inceput sa iau cu o spatula
culoarea ce poposise vesel pe jos. Am curatat cat am putut surplusul, insa a ramas definitiv
dovada momentului neatentiei. In zona de craft am avut cateva incidente pe felicitari aproape
gata, peste care am varsat accidental niste culori. Si experienta repararii lor a fost extrem 
de interesanta, dupa ce nu am dat cedat impulsului de a le arunca.
Asa ca mi-am invatat lectia de a nu reactiona imediat, pentru ca apoi sa pot actiona in 
limitele gandirii mele, functie de context.
Insa indiferent de subiect, important este sa nu cedam impulsului de a reactiona pe 
negandite, sub influenta stimulilor de manie, suparare sau frica. Negandirea nu genereaza 
solutii. Doar ne complica existenta!😊

'Putem sa imprastiem dragoste si pozitivitate
la fel de usor cum imprastiem ura si negativitate.'

Spill art:

#Fiction Monday (269) - What if it's different?

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#Fiction Monday (269) What if it's different? Si daca este altfel?

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'DOUBT', connected with
'ORDINARY', 'IGNORE', from the missed games.

'O minte tulburata de indoiala nu se 
poate concentra pe cursul victoriei'.

I've noticed that it's common for me, when I create a game around on several words, they 
seem to share a certain compatibility no matter how strange that may sound. It feels like a 
sign, one that is becoming hard for me to ignore. I had my doubts at first, but when the 
phenomenon repeated itself, I told myself there must be a reason why this is happening. 
I wonder if these thoughts, since they’ve appeared anyway, might hold another message. 
Perhaps the ordinary  deserves a closer, more mindful look - who knows what ideas such 
an approach might reveal?😊 
For instance, perhaps something ordinary might sometimes overlap with the very idea of 
"habit"! And a habit is like a program running on autopilot  - one that, without a doubt, brings
nothing new as effects.
Consequently, its results are identical and repetitive. I can’t ignore the phenomenon, so it’s 
worth observing it a little and shifting my perspective on the approach, especially since some 
habits are actually necessary That way, I can transform them into small, joyful rituals. 
In doing so, I believe any trace of potential unpleasantness dissolves. 
Everything turns into a sort of game, with the goal of transforming the ordinary 
into the extraordinary!

'De ce sa fii obisnuit cand poti fi extraordinar?

Am constatat ca este ceva obisnuit ca atunci cand formez un joc pe baza mai multor cuvinte, 
acestea parca au un fel de compatibilitate, oricat de ciudat ar suna. Este ca un fel de semn,
pe care incepe sa imi fie greu sa il ignor. Indoiala a aparut prima data, insa cand fenomenul
s-a repetat, mi-am spus ca trebuie sa existe un motiv pentru care acest lucru se intampla.
Ma intreb daca aceste ganduri, daca tot au venit, nu ar putea reprezenta si un alt mesaj.
Poate ca obisnuitul trebuie privit mai atent, mai prezent, ca cine stie ce idei  mai ofera o 
astfel de abordare.😊 
De exemplu poate ca ceva obisnuit s-ar putea suprapune uneori peste ideea de obisnuinta! 
Si  aceasta este ca un program derulat pe pilot automat si care, fara niciun dubiu, nu aduce 
nimic nou privind consecintele. Prin urmare efectele lui sunt identice, repetitive. Nu pot ignora 
fenomenul, asa ca merita sa-i observ un picut si sa modific perspectiva abordarii. 
Cu atat mai mult cu cat unele din obisnuinte sunt necesare. 
Astfel ca le pot transforma in mici ritualuri practicate cu bucurie.
In felul acesta cred ca se dizolva orice urma de eventuala neplacere.
Totul devine un fel de joc, a carui tinta este transformarea obisnuitului in neobisnuit!

'Lucrurile nu inceteaza sa existe 
pentru ca sunt ignorate.' 

'Nu-ti ignora propriul potential'.

#Fiction Monday (268) - The emotion of recalling


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#Fiction Monday (268) The emotion of recalling Emotia rememorarii

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'QUEST''.

'Marea cautare a vietii a fost 
intotdeauna descoperirea adevarului'

I have spoken so often about goals and quests that now, when I actually have to write about 
these ideas, a vast void seems to have opened up. I have no idea why. Perhaps it is that 
wonderful pause when useless thoughts have ceased. Where did they go, I wonder? 
I enjoy this stillness that arrived suddenly, without me even seeking it.  Ah, of course - I knew 
this all along. When I search for something, it implies I do not possess that thing. 
In other words, I am broadcasting the frequency of lack. And so, according to the theory, I will 
attract the lack. The conclusion I can draw is that, once a goal is set - whatever it may be -
I should feel as though I have already achieved it, experience the joy of that accomplishment 
and then simply surrender to the flow of reality. 
At first, this approach struck me as surprising, yet it was perfectly logical when viewed in 
relation to other aspects: on one hand, our brain, which makes no distinction between reality 
and imagination and on the other, our own subconscious, which does not differentiate 
between past and future. (Neuroscience discoveries are fascinating...) 
From this, one can draw many conclusions about how we can evolve along our respective 
paths. Bearing these ideas in mind, the most intriguing possibility would be to actually 
experience the emotion of recalling of a future quest. I interpret this as a preamble to any 
desire to achieve a goal we might set for ourselves... 
It is the most extraordinary experiment we could possibly undertake...

'Cu totii suntem in cautarea unor raspunsuri,
incercand sa invatam lectiile vietii'.

Am vorbit de atatea ori despre tinte si cautari, incat acum, cand am de scris chiar
despre aceste idei, parca s-a format un imens gol. Habar nu am de ce. Poate ca este 
acea pauza minunata cand gandurile inutile s-au oprit. Oare unde s-au dus? Imi place
linistea asta, venita brusc, fara sa o mai caut. Aaaa, doar stiam asta. Atunci cand caut 
ceva, inseamna ca nu am acel ceva. Adica emit o frecventa a lipsei. Si atunci, conform
teoriei, voi atrage lipsa. Concluzia pe care o pot formula este ca, odata stabilita tinta, 
oricare ar fi ea, este sa ma simt ca si cum deja as fi atins-o, sa simt bucuria 
realizarii ei si apoi sa ma las in voia fluxului realitatii. Abordarea asta mi s-a parut initial
surprinzatoare, insa era perfect logica prin corelarea cu alte aspecte: pe de o parte creierul 
nostru, care nu face diferenta intre realitate si imaginatie si pe de alta parte propriul 
subconstient care nu face diferenta intre trecut si viitor. 
(Interesante descoperirile neurostiintei...)
De aici se pot trage multe concluzii privitor la cum putem evolua pe drumurile noastre.
Tinand cont de aceste idei, cel mai interesant ar fi sa reusim sa traim emotia amintirii unei 
viitoare cautari. Interpretez asta ca preambul al oricarei dorinte de realizare  a unei tinte 
pe care ne-am propune-o... Este cel mai fabulos experiment pe care l-am putea face...

'Cea mai importanta misiune in viata 
este aceea de a-ti atinge  potentialul'.

#Fiction Monday (267) - A memory and the chance to rewrite.

#Fiction Monday (221) - A complicated target!


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#Fiction Monday (267) A memory and the chance to rewrite O amintire si sansa rescrierii

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'REWRITE''.

'Fiecare rasarit este o sansa sa iti 
rescrii povestea - ce vei scrie azi?'

When I was preparing for exams, my method was to rewrite my lectures, as synthetically as 
possible. I shuddered at the sight of a stack of pages I had to go through, but I would quickly 
relax by summarizing them. It didn't matter where I started from, I aimed to reach only a few 
pages written in small letters and underlined with all kinds of colors. This meant that I had 
read, understood what I had read and thus could render the summary - the essence of the 
subjects. The colors brought some additional, visual nuances. Sometimes I would recall the 
color and then the idea. 😊 
This method, if I can call it that, I patented at the beginning of the 5th grade. 
I had found that just leafing through my math notebook was not the best way to remember. 
I took a thesis notebook and started my first exercise of synthesizing the concepts. 
It was fabulous that during the break before the first math class, a colleague saw the notebook 
and leafed through it curiously. Nothing important so far. But when the class started, the 
colleague told the teacher about my notebook, probably curious to see his reaction. 
He actually looked carefully at the few pages and to my surprise, not only  he appreciated 
what I had done, but he also gave me the maximum grade for the idea. 
That was the moment that confirmed the usefulness of the 'method'. 
Sometimes I think about how strongly a child's brain is impregnated with an emotion 
that it then carries for its entire life. 
Rewriting a text is just an exercise in will, imagination or utility. 
However, if I talk about the past, I have only seen it rewritten in books and movies. 
In real life, the important things are the choices we make in such a way that we do not regret 
our decisions. And this is a true art that we deserve to learn to master, in order to continue 
our journey safely, towards a future as close as possible to the one we imagine! 
What is surprising, not to say worrying, is when discoveries appear that are validated by 
evidence, but which do not rewrite the textbooks in a reasonable time and are not too visible, 
so the erroneous information continue to be perpetuated, as does the damage generated 
by them. But rewriting our own subconscious programs, which create certain limitations 
for us, I believe is the most important step to shake off constraints and be able to move freely!

'Nu poti  iti rescrie trecutul, dar poti lua o
coala curata de hartie si sa iti scrii viitorul'.

Cand ma pregateam de examene, metoda mea era sa imi rescriu cursurile, cat mai sintetic cu
putinta. Ma infioram vazand o gramada de pagini ce trebuiau parcurse, insa ma detensionam 
rapid facand rezumatul lor. Nu conta de la cat porneam, imi propuneam sa ajung doar la cateva
pagini scrise marunt si subliniate cu tot felul de culori. Asta insemna ca am citit, am inteles 
ceea ce am citit si astfel puteam reda rezumatul - esenta subiectelor. Culorile aduceau cateva
nuante suplimentare, vizuale. Uneori imi readuceam in memorie culoarea si apoi ideea.😊 
Metoda asta, daca ii pot spune asa, am brevetat-o la inceputul clasei a 5-a.
Constatasem ca doar rasfoitul caietului  de mate nu e cea mai buna varianta de reamintire.
Am luat un caiet de teza si mi-am inceput primul exercitiu de sinteza a notiunilor. Fabulos 
a fost ca in pauza dinaintea primei ore de matematica un coleg a vazut caietul si l-a rasfoit
curios. Pana aici nimic important. Insa cand a inceput ora, colegul i-a spus profesorului
de caietelul meu, probabil curios sa ii vada reactia. Acesta chiar s-a uitat atent la cele cateva
pagini si spre surpriza mea, nu numai ca a apreciat de facusem, dar mi-a dat si nota 
maxima pentru idee. Acela a fost momentul care mi-a confirmat utilitatea 'metodei'. 
Uneori ma gandesc cat de puternic se impregneaza creierul unui copil cu o emotie pe 
care o poarta apoi intreaga viata.
A rescrie un text este doar un exercitiu de vointa, imaginatie sau utilitate.
Daca vorbesc insa despre trecut, pe acesta l-am vazut  rescris doar in carti si filme. In viata
reala importante sunt alegerile pe care le facem in asa fel incat sa nu ne regretam deciziile.
Iar asta este o adevarata arta pe care merita sa invatam sa o stapanim, pentru a ne continua
calatoria in siguranta, spre un viitor cat mai aproape de cel imaginat!
Ceea ce insa este surprinzator, ca sa nu spun ingrijorator, este atunci cand apar descoperiri
care sunt validate prin dovezi, dar care nu rescriu manualele intr-un timp rezonabil si nici nu 
sunt prea la vedere, asa ca informatiile eronate continua sa se perpetueze, ca si daunele 
generate de acestea. 
Insa rescrierea propriilor programe din subconstient,  care ne creeaza anumite limitari, cred 
ca este cel mai important pas pentru a ne scutura de constrangeri si a ne putea misca liber!

'Fiecare noua zi este o oportunitate sa-ti rescrii 
povestea, sa pictezi culori vibrante pe panza vietii tale'.

#Fiction Monday (266) - A loop of returning

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#Fiction Monday (266) The loop of returning - Bucla reintoarcerii

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'CONFESS'', connected 
with 'RETURN' and 'WRINKLE' from the missed games.

'Fa totul cu inima buna si nu astepta nimic 
in loc si nu vei fi dezamagit niciodata.'

I think that if there is a thread that is constantly found in the fabric of the game of life, it could 
be called the thread of 'return'.

I go back to the past, reliving certain moments and emotions, simply because they seem to be 
etched deep in the body. It is fascinating how a teleportation back in time occurs, activated by 
certain factors in the present. The return is as fast as the chemistry of the effects of this 
process, because of the energies that are triggered. Perhaps too strong, considering that
they spring only from memories. 

I always return home, after shorter or longer departures, with the pleasant sensation of finding 
the nest and I am grateful for such a special fuel. 
That I still do not know where the home of my soul is, where it will return someday, is another 
story. But I can't stop this thought, which appears periodically, provocatively... 

But turning towards my inner self, I think is perhaps the most beneficial way to balance or 
dampen the agitations of everyday life. Being able to reach exactly where the deepest peace 
is and where inspiration flows freely, is still a desire. But I confess that I persevere. 
And what is interesting is that although the steps taken are small, somehow returning in the 
loop to a few subjects that I feel are vital, no matter how precious this word may sound, new 
or reconfirmed ideas naturally appear in the landscape, almost magically, among 
the wrinkles of time. 
I wonder if returning to simplicity, on all possible levels, wouldn't speed up the process. 
And I still answer myself that if this idea has sparked, it will certainly generate valuable help...

'Atasamentul apare  doar atunci cand 
ne asteptam la ceva in schimb'.

Cred ca daca exista vreun fir ce se regaseste permanent in tesatura jocului vietii, acesta
s-ar putea numi firul 'reintoarcerii'.

Ma intorc in trecut, retraind anumite momente si emotii, pur si simplu pentru ca ele par sa 
fie scrijelate adanc in trup. Este fascinant cum se petrece parca o teleportare inapoi in timp,
activata de anumiti factori din prezent.
Revenirea este la fel de rapida ca si chimia efectelor acestui proces, din cauza energiilor
ce sunt declansate. Poate prea puternice, tinand cont ca izvorasc doar din amintiri.

Mereu revin acasa, dupa plecari mai scurte sau mai lungi, cu senzatia placuta a regasirii
cuibului si sunt recunoscatoare pentru un astfel de combustibil special. 
Ca inca nu stiu unde este casa sufletului meu, unde se va reintoarce candva, este alta
poveste. Dar nici nu pot opri acest gand, ce apare periodic,  provocator...

Insa intoarcerea spre interiorul meu, cred ca este poate cea mai benefica cale pentru
a echilibra sau amortiza agitatiile cotidianului. Sa pot ajunge exact unde este linistea
cea mai adanca si unde inspiratia  curge liber, este inca un deziderat. 
Insa marturisesc ca perseverez. Si ceea ce este interesant, este ca desi pasii facuti 
sunt mici, tot revenind cumva in bucla la cateva subiecte pe care le simt vitale, oricat de
pretios ar suna acest cuvant, idei noi sau reconfirmate apar firesc in peisaj, aproape
magic, printre incretiturile timpului. 
Ma gandesc daca reintoarcerea la simplitate, pe toate palierele posibile, nu ar putea
accelera procesul. Si tot eu imi raspund ca daca ideea asta a sclipit, sigur va genera

un ajutor pretios...

'Nu am riduri!!! Sunt doar linii de zambet.'

'Oamenii par sa nu realizeze ca opinia lor despre lume
este de asemenea o marturisire a caracterului'.

#Fiction Monday (265) - The need of the empty space


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#Fiction Monday (265) The need of the empty space Nevoia de spatiu gol

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is '...'RESPITE'.

'Uneori cel mai puternic lucru pe care
poti sa il faci, este o pauza. Putina tihna
nu inseamna ca esti slab, inseamna ca 
iti dai spatiu sa respiri, inainte de 
a merge inainte'.

The respites always seemed a bit complicated to me. And I only interpreted sleep and 
vacations like that. Later I refined the ideas, but not very much. 
The past was, so I don't talk about it anymore, the future is still an unknown, but the present 
deserves to be detailed for the sake of the game. I use these opportunities to write about what 
I discovered from the various videos I watched and maybe that's how I see what I understood 
from them... For example, in the morning it's good to look at the sky for a few minutes, to reset 
the biological clock of the cells. I had only heard about the body's clock, but it seems that 
everything is more complicated when it comes to our body. I started to apply this idea. 
A kind of morning respite at the beginning of the day. The rest of the time, the hours are filled 
with activities and breaks that are actually different moments that I like and inspire me. 
But I still have to work on the balance between them! 
And I admit that it's quite complicated to create an empty space between them! 😊

'O pauza nu este un lux. Este o necesitate vitala'.

Cu pauzele mi s-a parut intotdeauna cam complicat. Si interpretam asa doar somnul si 
vacantele. Mai tarziu am mai rafinat ideile, insa nu foarte mult. Trecutul a fost, asa ca 
nu mai vorbesc despre el, viitorul este inca o necunoscuta, insa prezentul merita detaliat
de dragul jocului. Folosesc aceste ocazii pentru a scrie despre ceea ce am mai descoperit 
din diferitele filmulete urmarite si poate asa  constat ce am inteles din ele...
De exemplu, dimineata este bine sa privim cerul cateva minute, pentru a reseta ceasul
biologic al celulelor. Auzisem doar de cel al corpului, insa se pare ca totul este mai complicat
cand e vorba de trupul nostru. Am inceput sa aplic aceasta idee. Un fel de pauza matinala la 
inceput de zi. In restul timpului, orele sunt pline cu activitati si popasuri ce sunt de fapt diferite 
momente care imi plac si ma inspira. Mai am insa de lucrat la echilibrul dintre ele!
Si recunosc ca este destul de complicat de a realiza un spatiu gol intre ele... 😊
  

'Somnul este singura pauza 
din iadul existentei'.

# Fiction Monday (264) - Finding our balance


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#Fiction Monday (264) Finding our balance Descoperirea echilibrului

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'The Void Thoughts' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is '...'DISMISS', connected with
'REVIEW', 'STRANDED', 'FLOW', 'LUCID', from the missed games.

'Secretul fericirii este sa te lasi purtat 
de val, nu sa fortezi lucrurile'. 

I wonder if I am lucid enough to go through the flow of life, keeping my balance without 
being stranded, or just making some reviews of the trajectory and without dismiss the 
idea that I am one with the flow? 

I also realized my desire to pack all the words into a single sentence and I thought for a 
second, to leave it like that. My reaction to the essence ideas has something in common with 
the moment when I put an essential oil on my wrist. 
I feel it, I observe it, I evaluate the effects, I compare. 😊 
But I went beyond the thought, because there are a few ideas that are worth noting or reiterating. 
The flow of life and the fields that surround it, may not be the first thoughts in the morning. 
But we certainly inevitably reach them when we get bogged down by the obstacles of reality. 
And then we start to evaluate what is happening. Lucidity would be a good ingredient of any 
potential review. That is if we do not reject the idea that we are the ones who can initiate 
certain solutions. If we do not do it, some hidden programs prevent us. But it is worth 
insisting, because  underestimating our powers is a big mistake. Why do we do it? 
Lack of information, distrust, lack of use of intuition and we can add more. 
Sometimes we have the feeling that life is living us so strongly that it almost paralyzes 
our reactions. This is exactly the moment when it is worth stopping and observing 
what is happening. To evaluate our rhythm, to analyze it carefully, to correct our confusions, 
to become more coherent. Simple to say, harder to achieve if we insist on opposing the flow. 
I believe that we learn best if we observe nature and its mechanisms. It is all about 
consciously learning the lessons taught so naturally and integrating them into our lives, 
with the intention of finding our balance.

'Astazi merg cu fluxul vietii si am 
incredere in proces. Nu ma voi stresa 
despre lucrurile pe care nu le pot controla'.

Ma intreb daca sunt destul de lucida pentru a merge prin curgerea vietii, pastrandu-mi 
echilibrul fara sa  esuez, sau doar aducand niste corectii traiectoriei si fara sa resping 
ideea ca sunt totuna cu aceasta curgere?

Mi-am realizat si eu dorinta de a impacheta toate cuvintele intr-o singura fraza si ma
gandisem pentru o secunda, sa o las asa. Reactia mea la ideile esenta are ceva in comun 
cu momentul in care imi pun pe incheietura mainii un ulei esential. Il simt, il observ, 
evaluez efecte, compar. 😊
Insa am depasit gandul, pentru ca sunt cateva idei care merita punctate sau reluate. 
Curgerea vietii si campurile ce o invaluie poate ca nu sunt chiar primele ganduri matinale. 
Insa cu siguranta ajungem inevitabil la ele cand ne inpotmolim prin obstacolele realitatii. 
Si atunci incepem sa evaluam ceea ce se petrece. Luciditatea ar fi un bun ingredient al 
vreunei potentiale analize. Asta daca nu respingem ideea ca noi suntem cei care putem
initia anumite solutii. Daca nu o facem, ne impiedica niste programele ascunse prin noi.
Merita insa sa insistam, pentru ca a ne subestima puterile este o mare greseala.
De ce o facem? Lipsa de informatii, neincrederea, neutilizarea intuitiei si mai putem
adauga. Avem uneori senzatia ca viata ne traieste atat de puternic incat aproape ne
paralizeaza reactiile. Exact asta este momentul cand merita sa ne oprim si sa observam
ceea ce se intampla. Sa ne evaluam ritmul, sa il analizam cu atentie, sa ne corectam
confuziile, sa devenim mai coerenti. Simplu de spus, mai greu de realizat daca insistam
sa ne opunem curgerii. Cred ca cel mai bine invatam daca observam natura si mecanismele
ei. Totul este sa invatam constiincios lectiile predate atat de firesc si sa le integram 
in viata noastra, cu intentia de a ne gasi echilibrul.

' Reexamineaza tot ceea ce ti s-a spus.
Respinge ceea ce iti insulta sufletul'.

# Fiction Monday (263) - The provoking reality

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