Weeping Willow Parc Monceau

What if?

What if?

If you were still here, then today we’d spend some time together to celebrate your 56th Birthday. You’d be so happy to now have two healthy grandchildren. We’d go for a walk in the park. Maybe we would be making plans for the weekend. Would you like to go searching for mushrooms, just the kids, you and I? Continue reading “What if?”

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The importance of voting

On coming Sunday it’s the German federal elections. Last week I send off my votes (we get to vote for a candidate on the local level and a party’s list on the state level, so that gives me two votes). That means I already voted in Sunday’s election.

I don’t live in Germany, but it is a moral duty to exercise my civil right of participating in the elections. As I left Germany at the tender age of twelve, I had to write a few lines on why voting would affect me and prove that I know the workings of the political system (once you are 14 or over who you leave Germany this wouldn’t have applied). I dragged my feet, Continue reading “The importance of voting”

Happy Birthday Erasmus!

Or the memories of an Erasmus Exchange student

This Summer the Erasmus programme celebrated it’s 30th birthday: Happy Birthday. It therefore seems that this year is the perfect moment to share some of my Erasmus memories.

It was very cold the day that we went to visit Schindler’s factory, so cold that the pen my professor was meant to use to sign my report card was frozen, after trying a few pens, we finally found someone who had ink that didn’t freeze at the temperatures we were going through. It was the last class that I would attend in Poland during my Erasmus exchange Continue reading “Happy Birthday Erasmus!”

New Beginnings

New Beginnings

It’s a New Year…
2017 is only a few days old
It’s a year that I have been looking forward to
A year that will be filled with new things
But also with memories
of those who I love that are no loger here
It’s a year of challenges
Of a new apartment (hopefully)
It’s a year of changes
What lays ahead I cannot see (well not everything)
I do not know
But I am optimistic
Some things will be positive
others won’t be
And glad that 2016 is now behind me
It’s a new beginning
It’s a year with new life
our family will grow
With love and laughter
With hugs, kisses, smiles and tears
It’s a year of hope!

Happy New Year!

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© Solveig Werner 2017. All rights reserved.

I came out of my shell a while ago, but …

Orchid

People tend to see me as an extrovert. Actually as someone who is overly extroverted.

But actually I tend to be very much of an introvert.

Apparently when I started kindergarten I spend a few days observing everything before jumping into the action myself. There were some days on which everyone was playing outside and I was busy with a friend of mine weaving carpets for my dolls or working on a drawing.

That introvert in my has always been there, more or less present. But over the years and through various circumstances the extrovert society wanted me to be took over. I guess it’s a strategy of survival. Recently I came across this article Hey, parents – leave those introverts alone! by Tim Lott published in The Guardian. It made me think. Think some more. Brought back some memories and underlined the obvious. I must be quite an introvert, even though I can be severely extroverted. Continue reading “I came out of my shell a while ago, but …”

The Seed We Did Not Sow

The Seed We Did Not Sow

When we came back from our one week holiday in the South of France we were greeted by a surprise. Between our mint plants (we have tons of those don’t ask me why) there was a plant that we did not plant nor did we sow the seeds. A tomato plant had made its way out of the rich potting soil in our flower box. Tomatoes are easy to recognise, their distinctive smell gives them away. Continue reading “The Seed We Did Not Sow”

The Winds of Change and Continuity

The Winds of Change and Continuity

Windmill

Jean-Jacques rolled up the sails of his windmill, made sure that everything was in order before he headed home after a very long day.

A strong wind had woken him during the night, a wind like he was lucky to have once or twice per year. Not too strong, as too strong winds could be problematic, even catastrophic, but strong enough to grind as much grain as he would normally be able to do in two weeks time. Continue reading “The Winds of Change and Continuity”

Dealing with Death

Dealing with Death

Death is tough, especially for those who have lost someone dear, for those who have seen someone die, for those who are left alone. Death is tough, especially for the person realising that their days are numbered when they are scared of death.

Death is not easy. Dealing with it is not easy either.

Rose

When I was 5 my great grandfather died, his death marked me in a way no other death did, but more on that at another time. I saw his lifeless body, I was not scared, this was the first time that I had encountered death. If I remember well, he died during the night while working on some research.

When I was 10 my great grandmother died. Fragile like a young baby she was lying lifeless in her hospital bed where she had drawn her last breath. Up until a few days before she was still an active woman within the many walls of her home. Continue reading “Dealing with Death”

3 months

This is a little piece that I wrote yesterday (24th of Mai 2016), which does explain my recent blogging silence. Hopefully posting it will get me out of the slump. 

3 months

3 months ago my mother drew her very last breath.

I still cannot believe it. I cannot seem to grasp this new reality.

Sometimes things are very tough. Especially when realization comes crashing down on me like a tsunami.

3 months is a long time. So much can happen in 3 short months. I watched my daughter grow, develop an impressive bilingual vocabulary. I thought about my past, my present and what I want for my future. I got my creativity going again. Still these last three months have been foggy I am not experimenting Spring the way I did last year. I never experienced Spring so intensely as I did last year. I had no idea that the interests Spring so far would be the last one with my mother.  Continue reading “3 months”

P is for Permission #AtoZChallenge

P is for Permission

I have the tendency to ask for permission. Until recently, until coming to the realisation, I had the unexplained need for an acknowledgement of my decisions, a green light, a “go ahead!” All of these things often delayed me in my actions, put me on a detour or kept me from undertaking projects. This need for permission is probably linked to my number.

You would think that as an adult, one no longer needs to ask for permission. But often times I would find myself in situations, sharing a project, looking for advice or some input, that I received an opinion, which I sometimes mistook for a permission or the lack of permission.  Continue reading “P is for Permission #AtoZChallenge”