Many of us work tirelessly behind the scenes. We are trying to make this world a better place. It’s not glamorous work, but it’s important and its complexity is beyond imagination.
Tag: <span>Charity</span>
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Well, the headline is not true. “Dozer”, the beautiful energetic golden retriever doesn’t cook, he leaves it up to his human “Nagi” but he is her willing food tester.
“… And suddenly the theater prince threw his golden cardboard crown to the floor with momentum, he rolled up his sleeves, and shouted to the audience in a powerful voice:
Let’s go! Now in real life!“
Well, it wasn’t quite like that, but a little bit! Especially inside, in the heart of the man without a crown.
On the last day of 2020, I would like to share part of my life on my blog. 2020 has not been bad for me -far from it. I made interesting discoveries and my workrooms were messier than ever. I learned to sew face masks, made my husband my sewing apprentice, and before we knew what hit us we were were sewing, selling, and donating masks left and right. I started to collect bras.
I am always surrounded by women. Most of them are my customers, my students, my friends and neighbors. The last months I have met more women than ever before. I had dipped my toes into charity work, and it turns out to be as infectious as they had warned me about.
“For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.
Today I am mighty-proud-of-myself Bridget. I think I might have done some good today, which of course would be so much better if I didn’t gloat about it, but what can I say, I don’t believe in heaven or any other afterlife-reward-system, so I suppose in my case, it doesn’t matter.
Starting a women meetup group for active ladies over 50, was my attempt to reach out in the city where I live and now -not even five months later- we are 112 members. What a fun group of women we are!
I never thought about where our water came from; it was just there, and we could use as much as we needed on our farm. We could drink it right out of the faucet; there was enough to share it with the animals, enough to water the garden and the fields and even enough to fill up buckets in the summertime so that we could play.