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I’m sure some of you heard about the #CivilmarchforAleppo  but in case you didn’t, here’s what’s happening:

A group of people started off from Berlin and they are walking to Aleppo as a way to raise awareness for the people in Syria and the refugees who flee the war-torn zones.

People from all over the place are joining the march, some only for a few days. Everyone is welcomed to join.

Here’s what you can read on the site of why they embarked on this journey:

Syria is the biggest humanitarian crisis of our time. We cannot watch it unfolding much longer. We want to transform the feeling of helplessness into action

I’m doing my part by spreading the word. In my heart I’m walking right along them! I believe we can make a difference!

Go and check out their site and their Facebook page, and if you can why not join them too?

#CivilMarchforAleppo is a march for peace!

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Last year, around Lorenz0’s first birthday, a mom I’d met at the park and I set up a playroom area at the local library.

In winter or in bad weather it can be a bummer to have to stay inside the house the whole afternoon, or the whole day if you are an SAHM. It’s nice to invite other mom’s and kids over to your place but that means cleaning up before and after and it’s not always practical, particularly if you don’t know them very well.

We thought it would be nice to have a “neutral” place where the kids could play together and the moms could hang out. I’m sure moms out there in blogland agree on this one, having someone to talk to that you can relate to it’s very comforting.

The mom I met at the park is a teacher, but she didn’t know how to go about it. I told her I knew the Mayor and I could ask if he could give us a room. He sent me to talk to the librarian and she came up with the idea to have the playroom right above the library in a sort of loft.

At the beginning it was just a few moms, a couple times it was only me and Lorenzo, but little by little other moms with kids started joining and now we a have a big group that gets together every Monday afternoon to hang out, play together and have tea and snack.

It’s funny how things just kind of grow by themselves, it takes a small initial effort but once it’s rolling it just keeps going.

It’s the initial effort that makes the difference, I wonder how many moms in this town before us sat at the park and thought

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a place we could go to where the kids could play together and the moms could chill and talk…”

It was the right time and the right place of course, still I think that if we want some things to happen we have to make them happen.

“Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” J.F.K

How are you making a difference in your community?

Tend To Your Garden

Do you ever wish you could just take off and leave everything behind? Does it happen often that you feel the place you are at is too small, too narrow or too boring?

Wouldn’t it be fun to just hop on the next plane out of here?

Anywhere but here! 

Because sometimes it feels, I’m sure it happens to all of us, that we cannot, we will not be content with less than the best. Happiness is just around the corner and we will get on the first bus, train, bicycle or even a donkey and just ride towards that bright future that’s waiting for us.

We will chase that dream and find happiness…

Except that happiness is not something you can chase and if you cannot be content in one place chances are you will not be content anywhere.

Sometimes you are exactly where you are supposed to be but the grass is always greener on the other side. So, over to the other side we go and then discover that the patch next to it is greener still and our garden is no fun anymore.

“We must cultivate our own garden.” Voltaire

That’s one piece of radical advice!

What if we would really make the best of where we are because that is the place we are meant to be?

What if hopping on the next plane is not the answer?

What if we would learn contentment?

What if it’s not the circumstances but us that make the difference?

Just think about it!

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Take time to slow down

I think it’s a challenge for all of us to slow down, I know for me it is.

I want to be able to enjoy the little things, to take the time to play with Lorenzo, to take him to the park, to go for a walk without having to rush home. To enjoy my coffee, to stare out the window.

At work it’s almost impossible to slow down. I work in the kitchen once a week and the last two times I noticed that right outside the kitchen door there was a little robin pecking at the crumbs from the floor.

It was such a refreshing sight, so peaceful, I stared at the window and watched him go back and forth and finally fly off towards the trees.

It was nothing special really, it just made me smile. I don’t always stop to enjoy the little things like I should.

It’s something I need to work on. I’m glad though, that I stopped to look at the robin, it sort of helped me put things in perspective. Life is all about the little moments.

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Everything Has Changed

Yes! Everything has changed since becoming a mom. I have almost no free time, can other mothers relate?

Lorenzo is doing great, he’s a funny, curious, quiet little boy. He’s loves books, coloring (that includes the wall), music, tractors and sticks.

He’s independent and likes to do whatever mommy and daddy are doing, so if mommy is sweeping the floor he wants to sweep too, if mommy is hanging the laundry he wants to help, if daddy is fixing something Lorenzo will want to participate.

He says a few words, mostly in English, some in Italian and a few in Spanish. He loves both sets of grandparents and he never cries when I have to go to work and I leave him with his grandmother (either one).

He loves pasta, pizza, cheese, potatoes, tuna, apples, tangerines and peanuts.

He likes playing outside but it’s been hard to get him to wear a jacket and a hat. He likes dogs, cats and likes to feed the chickens.

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As you can see, everything has changed…for the better!

I just remember something funny that happened when Loris and I started dating. At the time it made me laugh, so I’ll share it with you.

We would text each other a lot, a one-phrase-text just to say hi and to send each other little emoticons. Sometimes I would end my texts with xoxo. 

After a while Loris asked me shyly “What does xoxo mean? Sometimes you write it and I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

I felt a little stupid. I didn’t even stop to think that in Italian it has no meaning whatsoever. The only thing Loris could think of was how the clothes that are extra large have a double x followed by an L (XXL) but he couldn’t figure out why I was talking about extra large anything and he sure didn’t get why the x’s were followed by 0’s.

I told him what xoxo means and now he sometimes will use it when he sends me a text but it’s funny to picture him trying to decipher the secret code.

It’s interesting how some expressions are not at all known in other languages; for instance OK  is used all over the world but now I know xoxo is definitely not!

 

Only Kindness Matters

 

Life is hard, right? We all have our problems, we all have things to deal with, we are all fighting a battle and the least we can do for each other is being kind.

However, kindness is the last thing that crosses our mind, because it’s easier to put down, to find fault, to denigrate and to make the other person feel unworthy.

One of the most devastating experiences for the human soul is being bullied. It’s traumatic when you are young and in school, but it’s probably worse when you are a adult and you’re being harassed at your workplace by your boss.

Sometimes bosses go around acting  like minor gods, with that horrible attitude of “superiority”and treating others as their personal slaves.

Lately I’ve been hearing all sorts of stories of people, young and old, being emotionally abused at their workplace, and it gets me so upset. I also feel powerless and sad, very very sad.

Bullying is on the top of the list of “things I hate”, but how can we fight it? What can one person do to un-right the wrongs, to give a voice to those who are being bullied and restore dignity at the workplace?

I guess we can create awareness and we can definitely start a kindness revolution! It starts at home, remember?

 

“Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary” James Barrie