Just a few hours ago I was listening to Prince on my iPod while I was whirling through the house like a mad woman and now -a couple of hours later- I feel shocked and sad, because I heard the news that he is dead.
The passing of the purple man saddens me, it saddens me a lot; so much that I took a break from my spring break to honor him on my little blog.
Drop after drop, water can hollow out a stone.
To succeed, you must have tremendous perseverance, tremendous will. ‘I will drink the ocean,’ says the persevering soul; ‘at my will mountains will crumble up.’ Have that sort of energy, that sort of will; work hard, and you will reach the goal.
Swami Vivekananda
Sooner or later there comes a day when we realize that we are mortal. One day we will be gone. “Game over” and I think it frightens us at first.
Will people remember me? What legacy do I leave behind?
The song title is so appealing to me and I find the lyrics rather uplifting than sad. We all will die one day, that’s a given, but so many of us seem to be living in fear of what will be.
David Bowie was one of my hero’s, I grew up with his music. I used his music lyrics to learn English and he challenged me quite a bit. He was an icon, a genius. He was excellent, because he was not afraid to be different. He pushed the boundaries and showed us the future.
My Grandmother told me the same story every Christmas evening and I always asked the same question, “Why didn’t they just stop fighting forever?”
“Because it wasn’t up to them, they were just normal soldiers and they had to do what their emperors wanted them to do.”
“But they made peace for Christmas,” she said and then she told me the story.
We have a little park that belongs to the small subdivision where we live and yesterday was the last “Music in the park” for this year.
The daily prompt is asking about my daily ritual, you mean there is something else, than reading blogs like it would be the Holy Grail? I have a ritual, a daily routine that I do, because it balances me. It helps me to be the person I want to be.
My first crush, oh my Gosh I remember it so well. I came home and I was mad. An older boy had pushed me and when I got up complaining about it, he had pushed me again. We were working in the fields and I didn’t stop talking about it.
The term “Golden age” is so often misunderstood and misused. It’s a term that should be understood metaphorical. It describes an age, a period in time of great peace, prosperity and happiness.