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“The ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a mystic. He has permitted the twilight.
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Last night was the winter solstice, also known as Yule, Yul, or Midwinter, which marks one of the most magical moments of the year: the moment when the longest night is over, and the light slowly returns.
There were five; two took off when I picked up the phone. I didn’t dare waste time zooming in. I just wanted proof. They. Do. Exist. Bluebirds in my yard.
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This question is often found in fairy tales or stories, and the answer is usually associated with something in return. Just like most of us, I have often thought about the three wishes. As a young child, I hoped for a mountain of ice cream and, of course, world peace, because that’s the answer you are supposed to give. (Worldpeace, not the ice cream.)
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course, when she had left her house she’d had slippers on, but what good had they been?
Max und Moritz was initially rejected for publication, it was never meant to be a children’s book. It was Busch’s publisher Kaspar Braun who suggested offering it through the children’s book division of his publishing house rather than in the pages of the satirical weekly, Fliegende Blätter, as Busch had suggested. Braun paid Busch 1000 guilders, the equivalent of about 2 years’ pay for a craftsman, for the rights to his manuscript.
Children’s books first appeared in the later 18th century and were strongly moralizing and educational. The books were meant to teach and instruct, not to entertain, and the child figures in those books behaved like miniature adults.
My husband had just finished mowing the yard and when he came back into the house a sweaty mess, I looked at him and smiled, “You look like Moritz,” I said and his face went blank.
“You had to kill this child, I know”
I start writing a comment, and what was supposed to be just a simple reply, started to get a life of its own and it got longer and longer -to the point that I was writing a blog post. The old saying
GETTING OLD IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL
brought back memories and so it began. My fingers connected with my brain, and the thoughts started flowing right into the keyboard. The COMMENT got longer and more personal.
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