If you really feel you are Mick Jagger, does it matter that you are actually not? This is a weekend challenge story.
a croissant with strawberry jam (not home made, but very decent), a glass of freshly pressed orange juice and a cappuccino. your preferred breakfast (late, at half past ten) in a café just off town centre, served by your usual, yet not very friendly, waiter. no tip, of course. and the entire day ahead. what’s ...
In 2016, Belgium celebrated the 150 years of friendship with Japan by building a beautiful Japanese design from flowers. More than 100 volunteers assembled this famous tourist attraction in four hours. Every two years Brussels’ Grand Place gets covered by a flower carpet consisting of nearly one million begonias.
Barman at Café Belga. The slow hours, just after lunch-time. I ordered a cappuccino and the barman said « Wait and watch how I make it! » So I did. Waited and watched. He showed me how to put the palm-tree design in the milk foam on the top. Then, when he saw my appreciation, ...
Rays of light break through the clouds to illuminate the misty-sheened dock whose worn planks have felt the weight of limitless seekers on their journey to infinity. Beneath the dock, this narrow, worn pathway, froths the sea, holding its multi-layered secrets, thus providing a glimpse of eternity.
“Good morning,” they wished to each other. “What a lovely day, don’t you think?” continued the blue one while stretching her little wings. “I thought of visiting the red rose in Ms Potter’s garden, she looks so gorgeous and delicious in sunny days like these. Would you care to join me?” replied the spotted one ...
It’s a good position. I’ll win this game. And then I’ll be depressed. It’s a bad position. I’ll lose. But then I will know precisely who is to blame. Not me, for sure. I usually remember if play with white or black. If that Tuesday afternoon on the 17th of June 1986 I move queen ...
It was clear that at a certain point you would scream. . I just didn’t think that it would be so quiet. . After.
We either didn’t know where Ella was born nor exactly when. It was said that she probably was a Podenco mix from Spain. We’ve found her in an animal shelter where she was waiting for a family to give her a home. She was found tied in front of a supermarket where somebody abandoned her. ...
Rain or shine, I would do it all over again.
for one moment it almost looked like as if the day might have turned out not altogether too bad.
Heartless BruPol police unit evicts begging mother of 5 for causing a disturbance in the red light district of downtown Brussels yesterday evening.
I must admit I have a soft spot for hyenas! As they are far from being the mean, deceitful and aggressive creatures from the Lion King. When spending time observing a hyena family at its den, often we couldn’t stiffle our giggles at the cubs’ boisterous antics, chasing each other, gnawing small trees, jumping on ...
She was delighted to be photographed. She was even more happy to sell us tea. There were few trekkers in low season and her tea place was one of the few open. “Are other trekkers coming behind you?” she asked. This lady here lived in the mountains with her husband and a fat dog. She ...
Aaid is 72, a Rohingya refugee. His wife and grandson were shot during the perilous journey from Myanmar to Bangladesh. During his get-away from men with knives, he saw a little boy crying along the street while there was a house burning nearby; the boy was calling for his mom and dad who were nowhere ...
A wise Buddhist said something along these lines: when you add a spoon full of salt in a glass of water, the water becomes unbearably salty. But, when you put that same amount of salt into a lake, it makes no difference. It is a lesson for when we feel drowned in our own sorrow ...
It came without warning… There was no indication on the abrupt future events, and it had been wonderful weeks in the French Alps, spending time with friends and family. During the last days, none of us could think of the coming work week. Now, while waiting at the airport for check-in, I am slowly returning ...
How to come up with something important to say? What a struggle, ha? Or maybe not. During our day, we process a lot of thoughts, some bigger, some smaller. Yet, there are clearly drops of meaning tangled in our daily webs. I find it handy to have a little a notebook with me wherever I ...
Three things. One. It makes me mad that my boss cannot spell my name after we’ve worked together, on a daily basis, for over a year. He signs my expense statements, holiday applications and a dozen other documents with my name in the heading. Two. Someone should have told me that Alex was gay. Perhaps ...
Spot used to be an ordinary dog in every respect. Eat, run around the garden with its tongue out and flapping, play, lie in the shade. Then one day Spot realised he has a taste for 20th century American literature. He taught himself to read then goodbye to rubber bones and fetching sticks and hello ...
Chattering among themselves, they discussed the fate of the world. What humans were not aware of, (the overview from above) the tiny sparrows saw: divisiveness, loneliness, lack of personal interaction, dependency on cell phones for company. “Come together like us,” they chirped. “Sing in harmony!” And these same little birds decided to spread their hope …
Early in the mornings, Harry and Jack went fishing in the Florida Keys. Each day was an adventure: who could catch the biggest fish. Neither Harry nor Jack ever caught a sizable catch, but the competition gave them something to look forward to: Harry’s relationship crumbling and Jack’s business failing daily. But the salt spray, …
She sat reading his letter, by now crumpled and stained with her tears. He was going away to “find himself,” it read. How could he not know who he was—THEY were! They had been together for a year, planning their lives; living together; overcoming the small and big challenges of daily co-existence. Now he was …
Luke looked at the ocean: “Infinity,” he thought. He wondered what it would be like to swim out to reach the other side of the horizon. Relaxing, Luke allowed himself to dream about things like horizons, oceans and the beautiful summer day. His ever-stressful job search and troubles at home flew out of his mind …
Soleil de minuit Tu enflammes les nuages et sublimes les fjords
Le ciel s’assombrit Seule soumise aux éléments Je me sens vivante
In the light rain, he approached the church with trepidation. What sins he was about to confess were unholy. The courage to go into church to confess was enormous for him. His body felt laden with dread as he trudged slowly towards the imposing spires, head down. Suddenly the rain stopped and the clouds parted. …
In a patch of sea, boys cast their nets, hoping for a good catch. Food in the village is scarce and the fish caught today will feed the community. Far from fearing the currants and what lies beneath the waters, the boys feel happy, free and purposeful, enjoying their expedition. (Yamuna River, India)
The strenuous bicycle peddling slowed as he approached the pumpkin vineyard. There he paused and laid his old, rusty bike against the fruit bearing vines. Some windfall pumpkins lay on the ground and he would use them well, for their energizing, golden elixir that would refresh and invigorate. Oh, to be in a place that …
Looking down the tracks, she knew that he would never come to her again. Over the years, she expected him to drop by now and then, keeping her sane. But, just as the weeds grew over the rusty tracks, time had crept up on them. There was simply no point. He left her with, “The …
On his way back to the herd, he smelled the pear blossoms. The fragrance was intoxicating and he stood there embracing a joy that touched his heart. The journey had been long and arduous, but this brief respite gave him the strength to travel on. No longer weary and spent, the water buffalo lingered one …
In that millisecond, their very beings hung in the balance. Would the ball go in the hoop? Life is like that. In a split second everything can change. Good or Bad/Win or Lose: the point is to keep playing the game and to always keep your eye on the ball!
Early morning light and shadow drifted like mist through the window shades. She looked at the shadows on the walls, threading through her soul and she remembered last night. The blanket was crumpled on his side of the bed. Now he was gone, but in the vase he once gave her, he had left the …
Alone in the misty, pale landscape, reflected in all its glory: the Flame Tree reproduces itself. While others acquiesced to the biting frost of winter, the Flame Tree’s red and gold brilliance remind all who see it that Nature provides splendor in the midst of faded; beauty within decay and ripples that continuously recreate wonder.
Rays of light break through the clouds to illuminate the misty-sheened dock whose worn planks have felt the weight of limitless seekers on their journey to infinity. Beneath the dock, this narrow, worn pathway, froths the sea, holding its multi-layered secrets, thus providing a glimpse of eternity.
per chance. per say. (it’s raining bad, okay?) per choice. — For now, we agree on certain principles. The rate of admission, percentages and the right of you. — The rate of error, and the beauty of a going concern. Notes recovered: they’ll amount to a tune. — If you can only wait.
The Brickwork of yesteryear graces the buildings of cities and people rush by without even seeing its beauty and craftsmanship. The designers, long gone, strove for elegant architectural detail. But people don’t look: they are focused on their reflections in the glass and steel skyscrapers ahead.
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