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A – is for… Anne ;)

aOf Green Gables of course!

Do not remember when was it exactly, or how old was I when I read it for the first time… 11?12? ania_z_zielonego_wzgorza

This was the cover:

I remember when I borrowed the first “Anne” book from the library. I went there shortly after and asked for the next… and next. And then the librarian put aside all the rest of the series for me… Later on I bought the whole series . Re-read it multiple times. My Mom was laughing that I was trying to learn the whole series by heart.

And I’ve always dreamt I’d be able to read it in original one day…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA…Fast forward to year 2008 I believe… In one of the conversations with my Husband I mentioned my dream to be able to visit PEI one day… And to read the series in original… “One day? why not this summer?” He suggested… Wow…

Not only that, but I got the whole series for my birthday… and, yeah , we went to PEI in summer 2009…

… and I felt like a child again. Yup, we went with our two kiddos, just a few years old each, but honestly I was thankful for my Husband, he had the job of watching three kids that time. When I walked into Avonlea (yes, in Cavendish they made a tiny village, with original buildings from that time… school, church, stores…) I was re-living the books again. Everything came to life again…

OK so I could be writing and writing, but instead I’m just going to say – Dream away! They DO come true!!! 🙂

 

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Niagara on the Lake

This was the second part of our Sunday’s trip. Celebrating beautiful weather AND the Family Day-long weekend, we decided not to spend it at home, but make a trip. Loved every bit of it 🙂

Niagara on the Lake surprised me with its history, cuteness and vivid colours (yes, even in the winter 🙂 ).

img_7595– The Prince of Wales Hotel (Built in 1864, 110 rooms, after few name-changes, under the current name from 1901)

img_7597img_7599– Pineapple being a symbol of hospitality and welcome 🙂

img_7603– the sign was only warning not to be sitting at the “toes” of the seat – due to the danger of falling. But we wouldn’t dare to sit on those 🙂

img_7602img_7604img_7606– we were just walking and taking it all in. Cuteness on every corner…

Leaving, we chose the wine-route, hoping to do some wine-sampling, but no luck, as most of the wineries close at 5pm…

…-well, with this cute one exception:

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“The Hare Winery”! Are you kidding me? Of all wineries, this one was open till 6pm 🙂 I seem to recall seeing some advertisement somewhere, not sure where exactly, but the winery just about opened, 1-2 years ago, beautiful brick building, and the hare… Well, for a bunny-lover like me, what more could I want? 🙂

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Well. I have a feeling we’ll be back!!! 🙂


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Tasteless Salt – my not so Valentine’s Day thoughts… ;)

“You are salt for the earth. But if salt loses its taste, how will it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled on by people.”(Mt 5:13)

From the Words of Jesus, I’ve heard few Sundays ago in church… And no (sadly) -not always the words will stick in my head for the next day even, let alone few weeks. This time it did. Somehow I’ve discovered that it can have tremendous meaning even for atheists.
We are the salt for the earth. Our lives, in their cores, all have sense. All are important. We’re put on this earth to be meaningful. One priest that I greatly respect, said once something (and that was over 20 years ago!) in his homily: do not ever say your life is worthless or meaningless. You never know, if one day walking to work, you smile to someone in passing. Someone who was at the bottom of  his life, desperately searching for a sign that the life is not all bad and cruel… Who knows, that little smile of yours could have made his day…

But to be that salt… Imagine being that spice in someone’s life, that changes everything for better. Your smile, a hug, a good word. Little things.
Bigger ones as well. We’re not to be the ones to “go with the flow”. Have our own “moral spine”, and know how to defend it… To truly Love people doesn’t mean to agree for everything and anything they do…

Just not let your life to become tasteless… but if you do notice it – go back. Back to what makes sense, what makes you – you; the unique, beautiful person you really are… 🙂


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not-so-random thoughts…

so I’m here…

now

sweet’n’sour my new favourite taste…

or bitter-sweet…

how is it, that something you really want and look for for 12, long years

when you get it

all of a sudden it unloads some serious weight on your heart…

how to explain to myself that I am not hurting my kids by not being there every single second of their lives… that I actually am doing what the mother is supposed to do… let them figure some stuff on their own… give them space…

and

how come they grow so fast…

 


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I – is for

i Isabella…

Yes, this post will be one of those very personal.

Isabella was my neighbour. One of my very first friends, as we went to Kindergarten together. Then to primary school. The hours we spent before classes at her place, watching some kids shows, my parents at work and totally unaware about it 🙂

One day the music school teacher came to the Kindergarten, recruiting for the school. There were quite a few of us, that waited in line to be “tested” if we are ok to join the music school. The test? singing a song. Isa was very shy, much more than me, so I raised my hand and offered: ‘I can sing for her!’ 🙂

We both got accepted, but she never went. I finished the Primary Music School in our town…

Our path split after Primary school was over. She went to be a seamstress. I went to high school, further education in my sight…

Whenever we met, the chat was always sweet and so natural. Isabella was one of those friends you have, that no matter how long you do not see them, you can jump in the conversation and do not feel that time…

I saw her last time I visited my home country. She seemed skinny (always being on a somewhat cute-plump side, not really overweight much, just those dimples-kind-of cute :D), I commented on that, said she looked good! We chatted a while, but I was rushed home, Easter time – everyone was waiting with brunch…

It turned out to be a very last time I ever saw her…

September 2015 I got message from my sister that Isabella is very sick. Cancer. She was down, broken into pieces, most likely depressed. Did not give up then though…

On Christmas Day, something very strange happened to me. I broke a very thick glass with my thumb ( I wrote about it HERE )… That day, it turned out, just a few hours later, Isabella passed away. And while people say it is silly of me to connect those two, my Husband saying ‘why would she wish you harm?’ – it is not about that… In my life strange things happen when people close to me pass away… And I feel like this is just one of them. As to me – there is no explanation for this (some say – weakened glass… yeah, I’d get it if it shattered into pieces. But no, it was just a hole…) , I take it my way…

I sent my condolences to the family through Isabella’s sister… My Parents went for the funeral… Isabella’s Mom told them how Isa knew that she’d die soon.. She prepared her kids for it. Her daughter and son (14 and 19), both, know how to cook, bake, clean, wash dishes, do the laundry…
I was crying when I heard about it… Just because it sounded so much like something Isa’d do… So calm, thoughtful.

Smiling with those dimples… That’s how I’ll remember her…

 


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H is for…

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Hope…

the one that still holds your head up

when everything else

stepped into nothingness…

the one that holds your hand

so you can still walk

when there is no strength in your step…

the one that opens your eyes

that makes you notice beauty around

so you could fill your inner emptiness

with love of creation…

…so you could keep going…

living…

and – yes

one day – smiling…