Thank God, It’s Monday! — Week of January 2nd 2017

Thank God, It’s Monday! — Week of January 2nd 2017

Happy New Year everyone! Yesterday we went to Munich Philharmony to listen to Beethoven symphony number 9 – it was brilliant! We really enjoyed listening to it with the full ensemble.


It’s -4 degrees today in Bavaria, so a bit frosty. I think we’ll have snow by tomorrow.


Have a lovely week everyone!

For: Thank God, It’s Monday! — Week of January 2nd 2017: What I am looking forward to this year, Tell Me Something Good #38

Creativity Challenge 40 – Finish

Creativity Challenge 40 – Finish

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.”
My heart’s pounding, wallowing in self-pity with the stark reality that anytime now, when worse comes to worst and I’m dead, the vulture will strike and take me for his dinner. Why didn’t I see that big rock? Or why didn’t I take another cyclist with me? We could have then helped each other while training or circling this path for the race. I stopped and listened while I lay on this concrete ground, straining my ears for any sound. “Help!” I shouted. Then my face was illuminated by a smile. Two hitchhikers were coming to my rescue.


It’s been a month since he’d seen her the last time. They’ve spent almost the entire winter holiday together. In a country that was a long way from his. Then they kissed. They kissed often. And when he had to leave it almost broke him. She would be here in a couple of minutes. Not long now. But how would it be? What if their reunion wouldn’t be the way he was hoping for? What if the chemistry was no longer there? What if the fire was no longer burning?
Please continue…
Conall paced up and down the hall. He managed to get away from his family on the pretence of working away. It was also good that the project was not finished yet, so his boss sent him to this place for another month. A month! One long month with Mandy, he could hardly wait. God, he missed her so much. The way she flicked her hair, the way she pouts when something upsets her, her mincing of words and all the little things she does. That winter was like being in seventh heaven, if there’s such a place like that. Not long now. Then, he heard the familiar sound of her car being parked in front of the cottage. He knew she’d seen his car. Her quickening steps toward the house and her “Darling, you’ve come back!” made all his worries gone. With open arms, they kissed! “Welcome back, Darling!”
(150 words)


His heart was heavy. He had to find the right words to let her know. It would be a shock for her and he wasn’t sure how she would handle the news. Why? He had asked himself that question thousands of times over the last thirty minutes. Why? Somehow there had to be an answer for it. If only he could come up with one before he had to tell her.

The situation has polarised into two competing opinions. Should he tell her or not? His love for her should be selfless. He should stop being a posey and tell her the truth. But can she handle it? If he carries on with astonishing lack of discernment and stick with the lies, then that’s not fair for her. Sooner or later, the flames of their loves will turn to ashes and joy will turn to fear. That’s a lot to handle. He should tell her who he really is. He should reveal his true identity. That he’s not from this world. That he was summoned to go back to where he came from. That it hurt him to leave her but he has to do what was commanded of him. He was able to accomplish his mission on earth and now it’s time to go home.

For: Creativity Challenge 40

Year – Daily Prompt

Year – Daily Prompt

garden full of life
of butterflies and bees
the scents of flowers

look at the garden
peace and tranquility
wonderful feeling

garden through the years
canvas of memories
brings us joy and hope

Write page three of your autobiography.


I was three and a half when my sister was born. I could still remember that day. My sister was born in our house. My aunt Angela, a midwife was the one who delivered her. We were in the next room – my brother and my Dad and we were waiting. My Dad was pacing up and down and my brother and I were jumping up and down the bed, playing roughly, as any 3 ½ and 4 ½ children do. Then we heard my aunt said: “She’s a girl!” We quickly ran to the next room, only to be asked to leave as they were not prepared for visitors to see them, i.e. gory details of blood and stuff – yuk! Anyway, when we came back, my mother was holding the baby – she’s the most gorgeous baby I’ve ever seen!

Soon it was time for me to go to Kindergarten. My big brother was already in that school. It was a Dominican School run by nuns. I didn’t cry that day, I just waved goodbye to my mother. I liked that school. I met friends, who until now are still close friends. I remembered doing some sort of speech after the school year and my Grandad wrote that speech. They were all proud of me. I stayed there for four years until we transferred to another school.


He dreamed of years that were long gone
With a job, home, family – now all bygone
A vision of hope nestled in his heart
Even though he lives in his pushcart
A period of happiness when he had space
Made a terrible mistake to his disgrace
A home, a house, a bed and not just any floor
He couldn’t help it, he’s now society’s eyesore
To some degree, things that persuade him to stay
He should celebrate, today’s his birthday
If only he could turn back the clocks
He’d do otherwise and not live on sidewalks
For now, let him sleep as you guard him
Sing him a lullaby or a hymn
Nothing could hurt him anymore
Bless him and in his sleep let him snore

For: Year. Also for: Past meets present (our garden through the years)

Other “year” posts:
So long, 2016. I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure.

Thursday photo prompt – Time #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt – Time #writephoto


Time is very important to me. I have time to do what I want. I have time to love and appreciate people in my life, especially Him Indoors. I have time to help others. I have time to ring my Mother 2 or 3 times a week, wherever she is. I have time to skype HRH the Son once a week. I have time to listen and be with my friends. I have time to work, play, cook, cycle, walk, swim, go to the gym, read a book, post something on my blog, check out Facebook, do my emails, listen to good music, etc. I have time to forgive people who have wronged me, forget the pain it has caused me, learned my lessons and move on. And, I have time to say thanks for all the blessing that I get. Cheers everyone and a Happy New Year!

“Life is a journey, not a destination”
We’re always on our way until it’s done
I sing this quote with delight
For we all have to fight our plight
For my life is designed to shine
We can combine ways to outshine
When I was first new to this world
I uncurled, twirled and whirled
My parents were joyful for they knew
I’ll go a long way to grew and flew
That I will win, no matter what
Always following my heart and gut
They gave me this secured shelter
My questions they always answer
Of course, love and compassion
Were always there as well as fun
They dedicated their lives on me
As I go in my life journey spree
And I in turn, dedicated mine to them
And from my heart and soul, this poem

For: Thursday photo prompt – Time #writephoto. Also for: #JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 2nd/17

#writephoto jjj-2017

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 1st/17 – Spider

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 1st/17 – Spider


water drops on web
inspiration of nature
spider’s creation

working day and night
interlacing its own web
attracting its prey


Locked out
Lost without you
Entangled in your web
Scratch my head, don’t know where I’d be
Blacked out


In a land of the very small, ants, crabs, they all crawl
I came to visit and see their world, like a dream-world
Ants build their nests where their treasures are buried
Termites are much older than the human race
Their soldiers and workers are usually blind
They live in the dark, their eyesight would be useless
A grasshopper and a beetle fighting, each one fearless
How about spiders, I wonder where they would be?
Brazilian wandering spiders, their bites are deathly
A tarantula can be a pet for its relatively harmless bite
Butterfly, bumble bee, wasp, hornet, I love their flights
Blue-fronted dancer, it dances and bounces along its way
Insects are all busy going about in their daily activities
Please don’t squeeze them, just enjoy their beauties

For: #JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 1st/17


52 Weeks Photo Challege: Week 21-Peaceful

52 Weeks Photo Challege: Week 21-Peaceful

so peaceful
human utopia
life on earth
harmonious living for all

it’s not late to dream
thank you, Lord
second chance
acceptance, equality
love and peace abound

love and peace
simple things we need
be grateful
and rejoice
we make our own utopia
taking part in it

taking part
don’t let it be harmed
our whole world
send our gratifying love

For: 52 Weeks Photo Challege: Week 21-Peaceful