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.
One night in the 70’s, when I was listening to my favorite radio station a song came on, a song that I had never heard before. It was in English and the voice of the singer was different, it gave me goose pimples and got my attention. I heard the German word “waltzing” in between all the English lyrics and wondered how that could be.
Trying to be perfect is very tiring, it wears you out. I know, because I tried it for years. The girls in my generation were raised to be perfect. Perfect wives with a perfect home, perfect kids, perfect husband and these were only our part time goals, because most of us had a full time job as well.
Didn’t we just recently have a prompt like that? And, what is wrong with my new friend that we can’t communicate?
A musical playlist that describes my life, oh this is fun.
The start is easy. As cheesy as it might seem, it’s actually very close to reality. I was born in a small mountain village in the Alps between Austria and Italy. I grew up running and playing in green fields, surrounded by majestic mountains…even the dress looks familiar. A kind of Dirndl, a dress covered with an apron…oh the memories.
Squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said