Welcome to the new normal, dear aunt. — You’ll feel really comfortable here, I’m sure. 🥂
At home. To let the music do its thing with me — without distraction.
Thank you! 😉
I almost spit my coffee out. 😂
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life for me.
“Feeling Good”, by Nina Simone.
A little bit about my roots:
My granny Lenchen lived in Nazi Germany and organized secret resistance meetings in her orchard.
She called those conventions “birthday parties”, so that her neighbors would not suspect anything. This meant that everyone at the tables had to display an exuberant party mood, even if they just lost someone, and the discussion topics were about life and death.
I often think of Granny Lenchen, and do not allow myself to let courage or hope die.
Thank you!
Thank you. :) My first baby steps here... — I will probably need some time to get used to CoSo.
Nomad since 1998: Home is not a place, it is a feeling. Mover: Strong and persistent voice against Trumpism.