Tag Archives: Germany
When you can tell your story without pain, it has become a wisdom.
We have a story to tell. How pain brought us together but we healed together 💙❤️
🖤 Emotionally abuse is to often not taken seriously. It cannot always been seen. Or, explained in words by Children and Animals.
When an Animal or Child are sending voiceless actions, it’s speaking to you.
That’s Voiceless Amore!
I wrote this manuscript back in 2000 about child and women abuse. I was single, no children and wanted it that way.
The Editor at the Publishing Company thought it was a page turner. The Chief of the Publisher said no — 👨🏻with the words; “no normal person wants to read about this subject.”
Are we ready now! 💪🏻 I sure am…again.
(❤️ no pity pls, instead 💪🏻)
I left Sweden for a major reason, and I always disliked cold beds.
Even our fish wear a jacket !
Vilket samtal med glada, roliga och berörande djur berättelser. Vilken kväll igen. Tack Carina Lidbom för ett fint samtal på Livestream igårkväll.
Tack alla underbara lyssnare för frågor och hjärtan. Ni berör och inspirerar mig att fortsätta skriva och föra djurens berättelser till er.
Om ni inte kunde vara med igår kväll finns där möjlighet (se bild 2) Gå in på Carinas Instagram sida och tryck på lilla Tv knappen.
Tack underbara Ni ❤️
November beauty in southern Germany
An Early morning walk and it’s just you and the silence. A bright calmness is going through your mind and body.
You will not only tell the world that you will finally see and appreciate yourself , you will also tell Universe, that you have finally found your worthiness.
The office today. Wonderful to be able to sit outside, in the sunshine, surrounded by happy horses. That’s Amore!
Picture credit; Kathrin Gralla
This picture warms my heart, my mommy heart.
For some reason did I collect all (actually missing one pair that our dog ate) of my daughters riding boots.
From when she was three years-old, riding in south Italy, until now, 13 years-old in Germany.
She had a “break” from riding when she broke her femur, in a horse accident. Ollie was only 9 back then, and it was the worst evening in my life.
I asked her a couple of months later, when she got off her wheel chair, if she couldn’t consider starting playing golf!
Well no way! She got back on the horse(s) and started jumping…however, and recently she started playing polo —one kind of hitting a ball.
I am a proud mother!
Volunteering together with my children has always been a joy. I try to do it at least two days a month — do I count all the volunteering hours rescuing animals for our own organization, then we do it every day!
Hands up for America, which is fantastic (many times) with all their different volunteering programs.
You can try new things, get free education, and give back to your community.
When it’s popcorn delivery at my daughters school, it’s a great time to visit her environment. Meet teachers and school friends.
I get another feeling when my daughter tells me about her days, and I am connecting with her stories.
Max had a day off from his school and could join me. Afterwards he told everyone that wanted to listen, he couldn’t wait until he starts middle school.
Little scary, but mostly exiting of course!
This is in an American school, in Germany.