Tag: <span>safety</span>
I am not a migrant. I am a first-generation love immigrant who followed her heart -and the man who was holding it captive. I came to America from a wealthy West-European country, a land that granted fantastic healthcare to everybody. I didn’t know what co-pay was, could get my teeth fixed, my eyes checked, and had a yearly physical from an early age.
Could it be that simple? Kids and teachers in Thailand wear special hats, which make sure that they keep the necessary distance. I love the idea for many reasons. First of all, I can see that it illustrates distance in a way a child will understand.
Feeling too safe, too quickly
Forgetting the ones we lost
What’s going to be the price I wonder
Restarting life at all costs
There is a psychological term that at the moment I wish it could also be used in political planning and our future vision of the post-Corona time. Adversarial growth, which can be loosely translated as growth after bad experiences.
While we established who is not welcome in my workroom, and who I would not work for, how about I tell you who is welcome. I have some funny rules and regulations in place. Some have been planted in me by my Grandmother, others I only follow because of the fear of my Grandmother, who, if her wishes and beliefs came true, is enjoying eternity aka The afterlife sitting on a cloud watching me. Who also might have the capability to jump of her could anytime she wants to, to slap me silly. One can never know.
This is an actual conversation between me and my husband, that took place not so long ago.
He had just gotten home and he came into the kitchen with a sour look on his face.
Friends came over last night; we ate good, had a few drinks and talked a lot about everything that came to our mind. Sitting down with a group of friends, with different political opinions -yes, I do allow Republicans in our house- is always quiet entertaining.