Tell Me Something Good #129

Happy Monday to you. We are enjoying a long weekend this weekend, which means that many of us have the day off down here in the South part of Australia. And then tomorrow will be the big public holiday: Melbourne Cup Day. When we were Aussie newbies it surprised me that a horse race could actually stop a nation but down here it does. It’s quite a show, I have to say. Celebrities, beautiful gowns (it’s all about who is wearing what and looks the best) and entertainment are as big of a deal as the actual race. And then of course there are all of the people that don’t really know their limits (or don’t care) and drink way too much. Which can make for some pretty funny short movies that then go viral… or create huge drama…

Anyway: It’s a long weekend and that of course is always great. The kids will catch up with their friends and we… well we will just have a bit of a lazy day and catch up on some house or garden work.

So let’s start this week on a positive.

It’s easy:

• Mention something that you consider being good in the comments

• Or write a post about it on your blog (please don’t forget the pingback if you do so I don’t miss out and also share the link to it in the comments below). Something good that happened to you recently, or something good you will experience in a little while, or something good you know will happen soon. Something that makes you feel good.

• Share this post and invite your followers as well.

You know it by now! We are not moving any further without a little happy dance. It really doesn’t matter which style of dancing you like. Just do it. Just dance! Maybe moonwalk, just like the pony (sorry couldn’t help myself, it’s horse week here after all…)

pony dancing GIF

And once you are done, here is what I’d like to share with you all:

“Well, the good thing this week clearly is that it’s a short week due to the long weekend. But it’s also spring and we had some wonderful days recently. Beach days. And that is always a good thing. So while it cooled down yet again we got a taste of summer and the beach once again and all our beach summer gear is ready for some more time in the sand…”

Blast From The Past – Money vs Happiness

There are weeks where the potential lottery win is incredibly high. So high that I often wonder if you’d ever be able to spend all the money or if you would live a life without any financial worries… or if you’d actually manage to burn through it… It has happened. People manage to spend all of their incredible win. Amounts you’d think would last for generations. So while I’m wondering about the sum that one lucky winner might take home next and what they’d do with it, I remembered this post I’d like to share with you today as a Blast From The Past…

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Blast From The Past – Ode To A Playground

We spent a wonderful evening with our friends last night and as we all are from overseas, we sometimes talk about our “motherland” and how we spent our childhood. Moments like those bring up memories and one of them is about a special place I used to spend time at.

I’d like to share a post about it as a Blast From The Past today. Do you have a place like this as well?

Not my spot, but pretty similar to it…

You’re gone. It will never be the same again. The magic I found in you will not return. The timing though could not be better. I wonder why it happened at that moment. Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe it happened so I could let go of you for good as everything was about to change anyway…

I’ve spent many hours sitting with you admiring the moss growing on your roots and imagining that little fairies would live inside and under you. The little creek that was softly flowing past you took my imagination even further. Maybe there would be water fairies too? Would the fairies get along? Would they need little boats too? How would they build their houses? Was the moss enough for them to keep warm? Were they hiding in pine cones?

I was a child. A child that took her horse for a ride and stopped on a regular base next to you to let the horse have a drink. Then I decided to actually stop and have a snack and let my imagination run wild. I child that picked up pine cones, pretending they were little forest people. A child that collected sticks to build little shelters for the pine cone people. A child that was looking forward to return, smell the fresh forest air, listen to the splish splash of the creek, watching sticks float by, caressing her horse while telling the forest people story to the beautiful mare. A child that eventually turned into a teenager, who still loved to escape the real world on her rides and take a breather, sitting on the cool moss, smelling the moss, the soil, the forest. A teenager that turned into a young adult, enjoying to take a break at that very spot and let the mind wander.

You provided me with many beautiful days. Hot summer days were spent in the shade of your branches. Crisp fall days were equally enjoyed. In winter though you were off limits as there was just no way to get to you. Every spring I was wondering if you would still look the same or if nature would have changed something. Of course you changed slightly. The loss of a branch, a new created little arm of the creek. They were small changes. What didn’t change was the calm you gave me. The little escape from whatever was going on in my life. The energy I found back to after taking a break under the branches.

I still visited you after growing up, even after losing my horse. And I was hoping for many moments spent admiring you with my children. But it was not meant to be.

We decided to move to Australia but that was not the biggest change. Nature changed. It changed everything.

It was a huge storm. A lot of rain. And the river that fed the creek carried too much water and too much debris to be handled. There was a massive flood that changed the entire area you grew in. Months after the storm, when it was safe to return and things were kind of cleaned up everything looked different. Gone was the creek. Gone was the gentle river bank. Gone were you.

Gone was my childhood.

It seemed like a clear end to a chapter of my life. It seemed like a sign that it was time to move on.

The interesting thing is that this area was what I would have missed the most. Now it’s no longer there. As much as I felt sad for it to be gone, it helped me to let go of what would no longer be there. My childhood, my horse and my life in Switzerland.

The memories though will stay with me forever.

Inspired by the Daily Post Daily Prompt – Ode To A Playground

Tell Me Something Good #128

Happy Monday to you. We are way on the way towards summer and spring has definitely sprung down here in Australia. I tell you: I’m so ready for warm and sunny weather. Apparently this week will serve us more or less everything. From nice spring weather (like just now) to really chilly and almost winter-y weather later on. But that’s Melbourne. Always a trick up its sleeve.

So let’s start this week on a positive.

It’s easy:

• Mention something that you consider being good in the comments

• Or write a post about it on your blog (please don’t forget the pingback if you do so I don’t miss out and also share the link to it in the comments below). Something good that happened to you recently, or something good you will experience in a little while, or something good you know will happen soon. Something that makes you feel good.

• Share this post and invite your followers as well.

You know it by now! We are not moving any further without a little happy dance. It really doesn’t matter which style of dancing you like. Just do it. Just dance! Enjoy yourself 🙂

music video dancing GIF

Shake it! Have some fun. And when you think you are done, why not adding one more round of shimmy to the day?

Are you sure you are done? Well then here is what I’d like to share with you today:

“My daughter’s passion and commitment for the things she does are amazing. I love watching her play soccer or dance. Or doing her martial art. What she takes on she does properly, always putting her best effort forward. Yesterday they she had her annual dance show. Something they work towards to for months. It’s the highlight of the year and as one girl said ‘once it’s here it’s over in now time’. It was amazing to watch them all dance. Most of all of course my daughter. Every year everyone is looking forward to the costume reveal and most of the time you are blown away by the beautiful creations. Sometimes though you pick the short straw and end up with a costume that is not really that nice. It happens. And this year one of hers was probably the worst of all of them (as most parents agreed). She hated it. She was disappointed. She wondered how someone can possibly choose something like this. Yet she was up there, on stage, rocking that costume, giving her all, smiling and performing. And she looked stunning.

Sometimes we get handed a short straw. We can go into hiding and give into the frustration or we can do what my girl did, put a smile on our face, accept that we can’t change it and just run with it (or in her case dance). Needless to say, that I’m a super proud mom (as always)…”

When Honey Takes You Back

Maybe it was the post of a friend of mine about the loss of her mom. Maybe it was the honey on my toast this morning. Maybe it’s because I know I should continue writing his story but I froze… Whatever it is I can’t help thinking of my dad today.

My dad passed away in a beautiful age of almost 95 a couple of years ago. He suffered from dementia and in a way it robbed him of the last good years of his life. He had a fantastic life. I life definitely worth sharing. Dementia changed him though.

Some might say it was the age. I tell you it wasn’t. And I’m for sure not the right person to even make such a statement. I have not seen my dad in the years dementia struck really. Only at the beginning of it and at the very end. Given as we live in Australia and he was back in Switzerland. It changed him. And yet, it didn’t manage to entirely get to him.

I saw him for just about 2 weeks before he past away. While I was there he suffered from a really bad cold that turned into a chest infection and that took the last strength out of him. To be honest I thought he would pass away on the very first day I saw him again. He looked so bad. It was a brutal moment. Finally have made it over there again, being exhausted from the trip, dealing with all the feelings of being back and then seeing him so unwell. But he somehow “recovered”. I was told he really never made it back to the “strength” he had left before but he at least got to the point where we could interact. And I could tell that he recognized me and my family.

Dementia is brutal. It’s eating away on a person and from the outside you see them disappear. I often wonder how frustrating it must be for someone suffering from it and realizing in the early stages that bits and pieces are simply not connecting anymore. That parts of your memory are suddenly turning into clouds to then only disintegrate into nothing. And yet, when I saw him, I had the intense feeling that there was so much more there. Somewhere in there. Under a big pile of dust or in a big, thick cloud. Not easy for him to access anymore but still sort of trying to get to the surface. And sometimes it felt almost like that moment the sun is peaking through storm clouds for a brief moment. Those memories, the him he used to be, it all came through. Just for a short moment.

So when I sat down for breakfast this morning I felt like a piece of toast and honey. When we were kids my dad used to love to mix honey and butter. He called it “ant cream”… Don’t ask me why… And that mixture had this amazing creamy and sweet taste. When I’m focused I usually take my toast and spread the butter on it and then the honey. This morning though I was in thoughts. And in between putting the kettle on, drinking a glass of water and getting other things ready I mixed butter and honey just like we used to do it with dad… And somehow it tasted so much better then my usual toast with honey on it.

 

Posts I wrote about my dad:

About an ant hill
About not being an empty shell
About his passing
About him
About mountains
About luxury
About my favorite childhood memories
About the wind and stories it carries along

Sunset