un dos tres - piano camp

Dear all,

I am so happy!

Eight days from here at the latest I will be on holiday, finally in peace of mind, relieved from most of the issues the tortured my patience and free to play with Emilia! I gave away my beginners literature (is that the right word for the playing instructions/notes?) and I am collecting some nice and simple further pieces. THREE WEEKS with daily quality time with Emilia, I can´t believe it!

This is something I have wished for so long and now I am starting to learn some more piano repertoire, every day 2 hours of happiness!!!!!!

In the spirit of soonissimo, this is all I could wish for, I am so lucky!

A big hug to all of you!

Let the fun begin.

Birgit

another great Monday morning booster from Maria Sipka

Dear all,

Every Sunday, I receive a message from Maria Sipka within XING and the Global Business Woman network.

This one I would like to share with you. I especially liked the last part :)

Love you all,
B

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day,
while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help
coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy,
screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad
from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced
himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer
replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son
came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education
my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father, he'll
no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time,
graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went
on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander
Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog
was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth

my first windmill ever

This is Sam and here´s a foto of the windmill I saw two weeks ago in the Netherlands!

Now that´s what I am talking about :)

Dear all,

as already mentioned, Ray has started a great project and I am really thrilled for her!

If permaculture doesn´t ring a bell immediately, please don´t worry.

Well Ray has started this wonderful permaculture 2-year-adventure of changing the cultivation and allocation close to Rome, which is a hostel for pilgrims and I will keep you guys posted. Or.... oh, let her do it herself:

Ray´s blog

Pilgrims, friends, I am so excited about this project! If anybody wants to go there and see her and the work in progress: it´s not expensive for sure and I think that Ray will be happy to Welcome you :)

A big hug to all of you,

B

ps: Sam says hi, we went to Domburg in the Netherlands last week, just in case you were wondering :)