Tag: old age reflection
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Bead by Bead
Maggie’s beads. So where did they land on this unforgettable experience? Dotting the landscape from Dublin to Budapest, they mark our journey in their own special way. The first was placed at the base of the statue of Oscar Wilde in Merrion Square Park, Dublin. Look at his expression! Did he know what we were…
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Beneath the Veneer
I remember our first day in Thailand vividly. I was overcome with regret that I had signed us up for two years in a place that on first glance, was so dirty and delapotated. But miraculously, as each day passed, I was able to see the beauty that was hidden just behind the piles of…
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Our Lady of the Train Station
The train system in Europe is amazing, but for the uninitiated it can be a bit overwhelming at first. So when the Old Lady with a shopping bag approached us at the S Bahn ticket kiosk in the Munich airport, we were grateful for her assistance. “Vere are you going?” she asked, outing us as…
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Maggie’s Beads
As I pulled the beautiful blue glass bead from my back pack, I knew I had a perfect place to put it. We were in Porto, Portugal on the main boardwalk along the river. A blue dingy was on the dock, waiting. The bead needed to be on this boat. It was so apropo because the creator…
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One Tiny Sock
I woke up with a surge of sadness. Three days of chaotic joy. Running Singing Rapture at the moon. Puddles Dirt Wonder in the mundane. Tears Laugther Each moment a gift. Carefully wrapped in a precious memory.
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Nothing
As usual, closing out the New Year has proven to be a time of introspection for me. And today. A moment “in-between”. Old and new co-mingling. Enjoy this transition.
Gonzo Girl 