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Oh dear little one…

I was born on the day after my Mother’s birthday, perhaps a belated birthday present, perhaps a birthday filled with labor pains depending on how you look at things. I made my final debut on the day that would later be known for as “The day of ups and downs”. I just recently had read about this and yes you guessed it, it only stirred more questions that were left unanswered. For now….but oh boy, what ups and downs would my life include and come to know?

I was born at home with the help of a nurse and my crib was an oval shaped wicker basket that had handles on either side. It allowed my bed to be portable and to be transported from room to room. My pillow and blanket was homemade, hand sewn and stuffed with goose feathers for warmth and comfort. Although there are no known pictures of me in my crib, I can envision it very clearly as if my adult version was hovering and looking down onto my infant self. 

Oh dear little one…bless-ed be thy journey.

For sure it was a different era back then, with fewer store bought items and more handmade crafts as well as simpler resources. But that itself is questionable in today’s modern world and with what we interpret as simple. It can’t get much simpler than browsing an endless online array of everything you could imagine. With the click of a mouse you have access to the cyber mall that ships everything to your very doorstep, eliminating the need of setting foot into an actual store. What I’m trying to say is that times were different and my parents and therefore I was not accustomed to the modern conveniences we know today. It’s an era long gone that forced people to be more creative and make the most out of their resources.
As we have more than ever, in a strange way we also have less then ever and from time to time I allow myself to get lost in a beautiful dream. A smile finds its way to light up my face as I’m transported back to those innocent times and the stories that I have been told. I float in a make believe world and imagine what it was like and how these moments came to unfold. What emotions were felt about the simple joys of life and how society was richer in so many ways. It’s pure magic and I’m at peace, for I have little but I have it all and I am perfectly content. My life is complete and is spread out in front of me in an unassuming, not knowing manner.

My first breath was taken in Germany but little did I knew that my life would not start until many years later.

At this innocent and unassuming moment in time, back in Germany my life was fulfilled in the simplicity of all I ever needed…


Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

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