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Sloooowly but surely getting back to being active here... finally got my replies drafted and queued ;;
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"A foolish person is one who is unable to appreciate the kindness shown to them by others, whereas a wise person is one who is always grateful, caring and appreciative of all beings, not just those who have directly shown them kindness." Buddha (Anguttara Nikaya 4)

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"From victory comes resentment. Those who lose suffer. If you let go of winning and losing and find serenity, you can live in peace." Buddha (Dhammapada 201)

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“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.”
Jeremy Irons.
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Haha... Nice try. A sprig of mistletoe just hanging around like it's waiting for a couple to kiss underneath. But I'm alone, so maybe next time.
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When I was still at Hogwarts, I had never the chance to visit a Christmas market. But now I can. I was in the next town near my home, but it wasn't very nice there, and Spinner's End itself is too grey and dirty to host a market like that. The grey would absorb every single light without the chance to light...
And another point changed. I shouldn't plan something. I wanted to visit Paris, but now I'm in the high North of Germany. Funny, isn't it?
So here I am, and believe me, I will enjoy the time here.
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Oops, I did it again...?! 🤭


'Miss Ollivander' did it again.
After selling the first handmade wand, here is now the second one!
Made of apple wood, with tiny gemstones and beautiful and filigree designs, it became a very cool piece of magic.
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Someone said, I must be Miss Ollivander.
Yes, I also do woodworks - and this is my first wand, which is now available in my shop. 🪄
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It is very early in the morning when I arrive at the Fairy Pools at the Isle of Skye. I see not a single soul out here. What a pleasure!
I walk and climb until I reach my destination, put off my clothes and jump into the ice cold clear water.
This reminds me of the time at Hogwarts, when I was up at a time when others still were asleep.
No one disturbed me while I was swimming in the Dark Lake. The water was cold, too, but this here is colder. I like it.
After diving I notice someone. I look up and see a young woman standing there, her cheeks blush, because she thought she would be alone. She smiles and winks at me, turns around and walks away.
But ... Was she trying to flirt with me? I'm flattered.
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Ich verstehe Menschen nicht, deren größtes Ziel zu sein scheint, entsetzlichen Lärm zu produzieren. Da wird das Autoradio bis zum Anschlag aufgedreht, die Stimme überschlägt sich fast bei jedem Satz, und nebenbei wird auf Tischen, Gläsern, Computern und wasweißich noch alles herumgetrommelt, als müsse die ganze Welt erfahren: HIER BIN ICH! BEACHTET MICH!
Und wenn man solche Menschen dann bittet, etwas leiser zu sein, ist das mindeste, was man kassiert, ein ungläubiger Blick: ICH BIN LAUT? ICH SOLL LAUT SEIN? DAS STIMMT DOCH GAR NICHT! ICH REDE GANZ NORMAL!
Nein, das tut ihr nicht. Ihr zwingt mich, Musik zu hören, die ich nicht hören will, ihr gönnt meinen Ohren keine Pause, und ihr zwingt mich, eure persönlichsten Geschichten anzuhören. Es geht mich doch gar nichts an, ob eure Tochter säuft! Es ist mir auch egal, ob euer Partner mal wieder wegen einer Kleinigkeit ausgerastet ist, und ich möchte auch nicht zum Mitwisser eurer mehr oder weniger kleinen Steuerhinterziehungen und Versicherungsbetrügereien werden!
Ist es denn so schwer, etwas Zurückhaltung zu wahren? Ist es denn so schwer, Rücksicht auf eure unmittelbare Umwelt zu nehmen? Begreift ihr denn nicht, dass ihr nicht nur euer Umfeld unglaublich nervt, sondern auch eurer Gesundheit und eurem Hörvermögen größten Schaden zufügt? Seid ihr tatsächlich so dumm?
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Ich habe eine Frage an euch laute Menschen: Wisst ihr noch, wie sich die Stille anhört? Habt ihr je das leise Rauschen des Windes in Wiesen und Blättern gehört? Kennt ihr das leise Knacken des Hauses, wenn die Sonne untergegangen ist und es abkühlt? Habt ihr je dem leisen Regen zugehört und die Unendlichkeit gespürt?
Und wenn alle Geräusche von außen abwesend sind, kömnt ihr eure eigene Seele flüstern hören?
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“Wise is he who does not grieve over what he does not have, but rejoices in what he has.”
— Democritus, Fragments, B231
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“All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities. It is not that power corrupts but that it is magnetic to the corruptible. Such people have a tendency to become drunk on violence, a condition to which they are quickly addicted.”
— Frank Herbert
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"Now, bhikkhus, various phenomena in this world constantly change. Don't stop, just continue making an effort." Buddha (Nirvana Sutra 6)

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Another foggy morning in Spinner's End. But to be honest, I really appreciate this new freedom I've been given. I enjoy the quiet early morning walks when there is no one on the street. Life goes on and it is better than before.
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