My Sorgenfresser (Worry-Eater) came in the mail today. I have mentioned that I’m reverting back to my childhood right? Even though that in my childhood we didn’t have these guys around, and perhaps that is the very reason as to why I want one now. Maybe it’s just another bizarre moment like the rain boot incident, the ukulele or the Easter egg coloring. It doesn’t matter, as long as it is fun. A Sorgenfresser is a plushy kind of monster, who eats your worries away. The mouth is formed by a zipper that runs across his face and when unzipped reveals a little pocket. The award winning toy was created in Germany in 2006 and has become a huge success across Europe. In 2014 Amazon predicted the Sorgenfresser to be amongst the top 20 most popular Christmas toys.
What you do is just write or draw your worries on a piece of paper, feed it to your Sorgenfresser and zip him up. He’ll hold on to your worries so you don’t have to and together you will get through it.
There are twelve different Worry-Eaters with different names and mine is named Flint. We had a good laugh about Flint tonight after he was officially named Flint Eastwood. It looks like he is already doing his job tonight, making me smile and laugh, even though I have not fed him any worries.
This picture offers a view of Wizard Island located at Crater Lake. I remember it being the bluest waters (that shade of blue) that I have ever seen, and I will never forget hiking the rim of this volcano. Both the outer rim that surrounds the lake and the the rim on top of a Wizard Island. We took the boat tour to Wizard, which is a cindercone in the lake and it offers a hiking trail to the top of the crater. Once on top, the trail follows the rim and you can even hike a little ways down inside the bowl or just enjoy the 360 degree views of your magnificent surroundings. I wouldn’t mind going back and spending some additional time there.
It was in the literal sense that I planted a few seeds last week. I felt the urge and the desire to grow some beautiful flowers and perhaps I felt like getting my hands dirty in a more soothing way then usual. Just a little while ago, I had bought three little flower growing kits, a Sunflower, a Lily and a Daisy. All favorite flowers and I’m surprised that this is my very first attempt to grow them myself. There they sat for a couple of weeks as I got too busy to tend to the kit to get it started. That was until last Wednesday, and in no time I gently pushed a few seeds into each planter while misting the soil afterwards to provide nourishment and the environment to stimulate growth. Today my sunflowers started to peak through the dirt and I find myself checking them every other hour. Protective and caring, I have to ensure that the conditions are perfect for them to grow strong and tall. I think they did grow some more from this morning and I can’t wait to see the beautiful flowers develop as I watch their progress.
The whole process of planting the seeds was gentle and calming to my soul and reminded me of the seeds we all plant daily. The seeds of our lives, the ones defined by the ACTIONS we take and the CHOICES we make. Maybe the result are not immediately visible, and our seeds remain planted over time, hopefully growing into the RESULTS of a beautiful flower. The choice is ours of how our path will look like, if it is lined with beautiful flowers or if it is scarce with our flowers never quite able to break through the surface to find their unique beauty.
Are we going to stand tall and grow, or are we going to get swallowed up and lost in the dirt? Every day anew we are granted another chance to plant our seeds and to get it right. To grasp the opportunity to grow our LIFE-PATH full of beautiful flowers. To enjoy the sweet smell of what is to come and live with a lust for life that keeps our seeds protected and contagious to all we come in contact with. The choice is ours…..
Thinking about seeing this cutie soon who is another resident of the Animal Ark, a wildlife sanctuary close to my house. His name is Ringo and he is a little rascal and a bit mischievous. The Animal Ark is a small area, in a park like setting that most people would walk through within an hour. Not me and it becomes an all day event, with picnic and watching the various feeding times, perhaps several times throughout the day hahaha.
The first animals I usually rush to are my Bears which are my favorite animals in life (besides all the others). I choose the bear because I always felt a connection and maybe it’ because I see them as being wild, strong and free. I relate to their spirit and perhaps base my own life off of these values. Always having to be strong, believing in he wild choice and the liberating freedom that often comes with it.
The freedom is removed from their life living at the ark, but it’s an amazing place with great habitats and loving caretakers. Without the animal ark, these animals would not be around and therefore I’m grateful this wonderful place exists and has given these amazing creatures a second chance at life. ❤ xoxoxo
One of my favorite singers and a voice that always cuts down to the core with purity and intend for me. Delivering a message that commands being heard and taken notice of.
Music is the universal language that we all relate to through feelings being evoked, and the way it can brighten our day or make us pause in thought. A genre for every occasion has always been my motto and my mood plays a role in what I listen to at any given time.
I have always loved music and believe that music often starts where words end to convey. You might be surprised when I say that despite my love for it, I find myself driving in silence more and more often. And yet other times when it is too quiet and I need a little rhythm, I love for the lyrics to carry me away.
I heard this song tonight for the first time and it seems fitting. I want to pay it forward. As I ponder the lyrics for myself, I am reminded that without a passion and a lust for life, what would there ever be? Life will beat you down and I am climbing my way back up. It’s not always easy and it hurts at times, but you heard the old saying that it is not a matter of how many times you fall, but a matter of rising again, stronger and braver then ever, with a lust for life that never fades.