Viata ca un film…fotografic (XIV). Omul meu

1995, Tulcea, orasul meu. Ajun de Craciun, spre seara. Tocmai am facut o baie calda, bine-meritata, dupa un drum lung cu trenul de Bucuresti. Zbarnaie strident soneria. Mama deschide usa. Opresc feonul, iar parul meu se cuminteste brusc, cand jetul de aer cald inceteaza sa il mai zburleasca. Se aud voci vesele pe hol. Multe. Ma duc sa vad cine e. O gasca de vreo 10-12 tineri s-au pornit sa colinde in fata usii noastre; blocul rasuna de vocile lor puternice, in timp ce o chitara ii acompaniaza.

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Don’t wait for the perfect moment to start moving your body!

About 7 years ago, when I started to be into sports more seriously, it was not by far the perfect moment to do it:  I was still recovering from a complicated abdominal muscles surgery, my hemoglobin was still low, I had just lost my 12 years job, spring was late that year, so outside it was wet, dirty and cold, my kids were still small and needed me a lot, I was already on my late 30’s…

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How the natural became the unnatural? / Cum naturalul a devenit nenatural?

This post is inspired by a day at Eva’s school, when she had for lunch “only” a full box of grapes. Eva told me how, at lunch time, everybody panicked, especially the growing ups. 🙂 She was asked many times if that is all she eats, if that is satiating enough, if she is not hungry etc. They all offered her either bread, fries or…ice cream. She refused and said she is just fine with what she eats, but the third time she has been offered an ice cream, she said yes. She told me she fully enjoyed the desert and that she had fun looking to how everybody was so worried about the fact she had for lunch only fruits.

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From my new home, with love…

Acum vreo 23 de ani, intr-o plimbare de seara catre “Monumentul” din Tulcea, Catalin, tinandu-ma strans de mana, imi zugravea cu incredere, in culori vii si foarte realiste pe atunci, viitorul nostru. Noi doi, spunea el, ne vom gasi de lucru in alta tara din Europa asta frumoasa, ne vom muta acolo si ne vom trai altfel vietile. Altfel decat ai nostri. Il ascultam atunci increzatoare si vedeam cu ochii mintii ce imi povestea.

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In numele inimii…

Am impresia ca, de vreun an incoace, viata ma obliga sa aplic tot ce citesc si ce ascult de ani de zile. Si cum poti invata mai bine, daca nu prin experienta directa? …incepand cu provocarile pe care corpul meu mi le tot serveste de vreo 15 ani  (raspunzand, de fapt, la modul cum gandesc, cum ma hranesc, cum simt) si terminand cu felul in care apar tot felul de oameni si de circumstante si care imi schimba cursul drumului, pe care tocmai alesesem sa merg…

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