Sunny Side
Sunny side up. Always. Even if it is dark. Sometimes. Search the light. Your inner healer, your soul, your teacher, within you. Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street. Keep on the sunnyside, enjoy the sweet side of life. http://www.chewingthemoon.com
Heaven
Oh, my girl, do you know? Heaven is a place on Earth. They say in Heaven, love comes first. Let’s make Heaven a place on Earth. Heaven is a place on Earth – with You.
Fullfilment
Hear the butterflies laughing Tasting clouds In the moonlight Without being afraid Discover the night. See. Smell. And listen. Love & Learn.
Fantástico
Awesome – Mallorcas West Coast. Like Big Sur in CA. Fantástico. This word means in spanish all new and good: Imagination, fabulous, unreal, visionary, great, amazing, spooky, wonderful, brilliant, gorgeous. Big. Spanish is a piece of cake. ¡Fantástico!
Sunset
You are the sunset in my heart before I close my eyes and think of all the good things. I remember the day I met you cause, when the sun goes down the stars come out.
Blowin’ In The Wind
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ … Continue reading
TE AMO.
Just arrived in our new home in Palma de Mallorca. We get to know our new, beautiful neighborhood walking our dog Lilly. In 2012 we got married on this pretty island and now we will stay – for months, years, forever? We do have a love-story with Mallorca. Kind of. And I do have to … Continue reading
Snowdogs & Snowbirds
Over night is was snowing in the Dolomite Alps in Südtirol where we were celebrating christmas. Such a surprise waking up in this totally snow-covered winter landscape with so much soft snow that our puppy dog Lilly changed immediately into a funny snow rabbit. So much fun to see how much fun she has. Also … Continue reading
Harvest Season
One of these gentle humid fall days in the afternoon and my garden looks like peaceful composition, tenderly dying. Fruits are falling, into the dark creamy land, deadhead flowers send their colorful compliments, a late kiss of life, on brown shafts. Cobwebbed. They die of thirst. It seems. Too much rain. Overkill. Nature is fetching … Continue reading
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