Category: Midlife Crossroads

An Apology To My Soul

There are days when I come to a standstill, wondering about the choices I made, the decisions I have had to live with. Have they been the right ones? Should I have chosen the other path? If not, how have I dealt with the consequences. Divesting myself of all the roles that tied me down

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The Agony of Surrender

When I moved to Berlin in 2017, the intention was never to remain here on a long-term basis. Once I set up my home, however, and things began to happen, I thought I might as well linger a little longer, give it a shot and see where the road takes me. I will spare you

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The Jeans of Faith

Eight years ago I wrote a blog entry on religion and blue jeans. I know, I know, it sounds like a bit stretch and you are probably thinking of rebellious priests in the jungles preaching Theology of Liberation and the banishment of oppressive multinational companies. No, this has nothing to do with that. Religion in

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Decluttering (my) Social Media

I have just about had it with Facebook. Two weeks ago I shut down my FB photography page, withdrew from all the photography groups, and felt incredibly lighter, now that I have less to maintain. I am, however, very close to shutting down my entire FB account altogether and began withdrawing in stages. I simply

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Celebrating with Marigolds and Hydrangeas

Hydrangeas and Marigolds have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, and hydrangeas in particular have fascinated me since childhood. Sadly, I somehow always ended up living in countries where it was far too hot to grow them in our own garden, so I admired them in other people’s

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Summer? What Summer?

I had to pick up my medication from the pharmacy yesterday and had a lovely chat with the Spanish pharmacist on duty. She is about to travel to Spain to visit some relatives, and when I commented that it was very brave of her to do so, she retorted that it was downright foolish of

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Authentic Self & Frog Fire

I roamed the plains with the elephants and lions as a child, danced with Masai, ran with flamingos, sat through exorcisms, dangled from a billboard, crawled through mountain caves, got completely lost in Spain while on a pilgrimage alone, got locked in an alpaca paddock, jumped out of a plane to tandem skydive and questioned

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Do you eat breakfast or simply break fast?

As a child, my parents insisted that I sit at the table (rightfully so) and eat whatever was placed in front of me, no questions asked, and I wasn’t allowed to leave the table before anyone else nor leave even a single grain of rice on my plate. Sound familiar to any of you? Both

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FB: divergence

Three years ago, upon my arrival in Berlin, one of the things I chose to do to mark the beginning a new phase in my life was to join Facebook, after many years of lagging behind my entire social circle and dragging my feet about signing up. I figured it would be a viable platform

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Women of Substance -by FrogDiva Photography

As I mentioned the other day, new and exciting things will be unfolding in the FrogDiva Photography world and website. I have spent the past year re-building and revamping the site as part of my journey of self-discovery as a photographer, exploring niches and genres that were totally alien to me and I had absolutely

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