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From today’s point of view, the teacher of my school days who taught me a lot was a pretty weird guy. He was the only male teacher in a boarding school in Bavaria, a school run by Catholic nuns.
Tag: <span>Life</span>
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We have arrived at a place of togetherness, and we now have an understanding. We are one, inseparable. We are beautiful together. We belong together. My scar and I complete each other.
When I was feeling down recently,
And I seriously wondered
Whether all over the planet,
People feel the same.
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When it happened I knew it would never be the same. We were not friends, just a group of older ladies who liked walking and hiking. We met once or twice a month and explored different areas together. Summer or winter, sunshine or snow, we enjoyed nature.
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I woke up, that’s the most profound thing that happens every day so far – and I am grateful. As so often, I opened my eyes ten minutes before Alexa could play my wake-up song. A silly tune that makes me smile the same way I grinned when I was a young child.
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“There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.”
Virginia Woolf
This beautiful sculpture called “Journeys” can be found in the entry area of the Stefanie Spielman House in Columbus, Ohio.
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I am an average older woman who wished all her life to be heard, as well as seen. To be understood and not judged by attractiveness. To have men look into my eyes (and soul) and not stare at my cleavage.
A little clip, just made for me, so I knew where to find the thank-you cards the seniors had crafted for us.