Posted by Claudia Moser
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12:57 PM
At one point in my life i saw steps all around me, now the steps to climb seem to fade in the past and all that remains is quietness. I start to enjoy the simple things of life, i can admire a sunshine, or mist in an airport without being worried that my plane will be delayed. So what? I will eventually reach my destination.
Yesterday went food shopping and i rediscovered rucola. I must admit that a good friend of mine living in Germany started to send me a recipe a day, so somehow food was implemented in my head. So here I am making salads with rucola, finding new ways of cooking.
A new direction in my life? Am i becoming more homey? Maybe this is the new stage in my story. I will find the way ... Now I am lucky, Peter is by my side.
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Motto
"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro
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