I´ve been gone. I know.
Sometimes we need to take breaks. Sometimes we need to look for ourselves. I´ve been trying to find myself since months. I´ve taken a closer look at myself last weekend in St. Peter Ording – Germany where I always feel grounded. This place has a lot of magic. Ever since I come back I feel this unique feeling of pure joy. I´ve spend an incredible weekend with 16 other women. A yoga retreat weekend. Joy. Healing. Breathing. Empowering. Energy.
I am still hearing the waves, the seagulls and the wind.
“There’s no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.” ― Cheryl Strayed
- 5 Walnuts for the BEACHMOTEL
theres nothing more enjoyable than a cup of coffee at a place that is supposed to make you comfortable. I do have several “coffee places” around the house. Places I can sip my coffee in pondering silence and think about plans, ideas or do what I am doing now. writing and journaling.
I’ve upholstered that bench, which I bought at the thrift store back in Lincoln, Nebraska. As this has been my first upholstering project I needed to take this piece with me home to Austria. Wondering where it has been before or whom it belonged to.
Today I’ve given the white and blank wall a little more color by painting it with the color hagueblue from Farrow&Ball.
Enjoy your coffee!
Coming back home from France with my youngest kid I am realizing once again what a great gift it is to have grandparents and family living abroad. As long as I can remember it has always been an adventure to visit my French family. My first flight as a 3 year old (yes, in the early 80’s) was from Vienna to Paris. Obviously things have changed since then, but it is still as exciting for me to see my grandparents waiting for me at the airport.
Having my little one with me, and seeing him diving into French culture and claiming only after 5 days that he’s half French made me happy. A peek into our days filled with laughter, joy, tears and dreams.
Au revoir et à bientôt,
it´s a picture in front of me that gets changed every day. nothing stays the same. i am standing right there. standing and moving at the same time. i am not the same. this is a journey through the seasons. I am ready for spring.
I am a very, very lucky person who´s able to enjoy this view almost on a daily basis. This is Burg Liechtenstein in Austria.
Yesterday morning we had “Kaiserwetter”. An expression for a magnificent, sunny day. Skip everything you wanted to do, put on your winter clothes and go take your family skiing or sledding. Only a 2 minutes drive for enough snow and a perfect view made my morning a fun and sweet one. The village Giesshübel is just a view miles south of Vienna. It´s situated at the Nationalpark “Föhrenberge” and one of my favorites spots in this area, no matter what season.
See you ´round! Servus & Baba,
the Austrian Walnut Project – Melanie
The seasons in Giesshübel / Lower Austria – read more on Nationalpark Föhrenberge
Some days ago I strolled around Vienna with my friends from Norway and we stumbled across that coffee place downtown.
Magic. Coffee. Art. Inspiration. Love. Aroma. Lingering. Taste.
This place has everything my coffee heart needs and …
We also headed to Cafe Ansari, a georgian cafe – restaurant that shines with its architecture and oriental menu. It´s situated in the 2nd district, in great walking distance to the Underground (U1). Awesome food, but slow service. Bring some patience with you or someone who´s able to entertain you.
I´ve had several moments this week that made me think of this recent post:
You might have asked yourself this already several times: Why are women with kids – so called “Mama´s” always late? Why are they never on time? What kind of things keep them busy all day long? Why don´t they blog more often? (hmm – didn´t I say something about every other day or so!? )
Okay – here´s a simple task:
get a passport photo from a 3-year-old. A 3-year-old -that just turned 3- and literally thinks that he can now rule the world. His world.
After 25 minutes on his knees I felt sorry for the guy at Walgreens and went back home. Why should´nt I try it myself ….. ???
I think I created MOMsters.
My kids are 9, 7 and almost 5 years old. I thought it will get easier with time passing and seeing them grow, but just this morning I realized one more time that I have 3 little monsters in my house that I´ve created.
Enjoy your day – with or without little monsters in your house! 🙂
My daughter always having her sensors out and listening to Katy Perry. The middle one has nothing else in his mind than soccer and never uses his hands. The little one is strong, smart and has always something to say.
Everyone should feel comfortable in his own clothes while visiting an opera or theater. Okay, I think. Let´s look for a classical outfit. A nice, simple dress (I definitely don´t want to be overdressed) and my best jewelry. I think that a visit to the opera or theater is not like going to the movies. My dress did not cost a fortune. To be honest I bought it a year ago during sales for almost nothing. On an evening like this I want to feel special too. But what I see many times this evening makes me wonder. Sneakers at the opera? A simple shirt, paired with some jeans?
I wonder how I would have felt in sneakers and jeans in between people wearing evening dress and even a tail coat. For sure out of place.
After 3 hours of Johann Strauss´ „The Fledermaus“ I am happy and applauding to the singers, actors, the conductor and the orchestra and to everyone who´s been working to make this wonderful evening. What do I see? Others hurrying out to be the first ones at the wardrobe? The curtain is still up and singers, actors and ballet dancers from the Viennese opera still on stage? I think it´s disrespectful to the actors, it´s disturbing to the other visitors. It´s not making any sense to me. But then I think:
“Happy is he who forgets, what can´t be changed anyway …. “
“Glücklich ist, wer vergisst, was doch nicht zu ändern ist”
J.Strauss II – die Fledermaus, Act I
Some more reads on etiquette at the opera, classical concerts, theaters