Idle in the Meadows

Yes, yes… idle!

No job?
Lazy?
Aimless?
Just wandering about?

Maybe a little. :)

But what we really do
is walk by listening to our own rhythm.
We listen to the direction of the wind,
notice the traces left by the seasons
without any hurry.

Feet on the ground,
eyes roaming the sky.
Some think we walk without direction,
but they are quite mistaken.
Our compass points upward
and our path
is drawn by the wings of birds.

✨ So what is this “right to be idle”?

Simply put:

To slow down a little.

To bend time, perhaps just slightly.
To answer a system that keeps shouting,
“Produce! Hurry! Be more!”
with a soft but steady voice:

“I am lying under a tree right now.”

This way of thinking has had its quiet followers.

In the 1880s, Paul Lafargue, yes, Karl Marx’s son in law,
wrote a book titled The Right to Be Lazy.
And unapologetically, thankfully unapologetically, he said:
“In modern society, work is glorified;
yet in truth, it is a necessity
that kills the creative spirit.”

So where do we stand?

Humans were not born for work alone.
At times, doing nothing at all,
just watching the clouds drift by, is work enough,
and on some days, it turns into a quiet revolution.

Today, this way of thinking
moves hand in hand with
slow living, sustainable choices,
and harmony with nature.
In art, literature, and philosophy,
it is a quiet but stubborn stance:

Stop.
Listen.
Think.
Do not rush.

These pages
carry the traces
of a life that walks slowly
through the meadows.
Ordinary days,
together with idleness,
gently reveal their hidden magic.

While reading, writing,
drifting away,
losing the thread,
or doing absolutely nothing,
let us carry this beautiful, idle,
yet dignified way of being
within us.

Like a wild daisy,
beautiful
without doing anything at all. 🌼

And if you felt this,
even for a single moment,
this meadow is calling you too.

The world can wait.
It always does.

And the clouds…

They had already slipped into the story
long before we noticed. 🌙✨