The Bambi Ritual

Walk done & new ritual begins.

Gérardmer, France. My new home.

Leffe Blond comes in a 250 mL size here. This Belgian wheat beer has 6.6% alcohol content, so one cup is enough for moi.

Just to prove that the weather
is cold enough
to start freezing 
the water bodies.

Sit outside and wait for Bambi is the new ritual. 

I was told on my first day here that at dusk and dawn deer come and eat the grass in the back yard. This is pretty novel for an Australian. So I was intrigued.

The wee Leffe Blond. I was in the image 
of course, but  solo travellers 
generally go unseen.

Of course I kept looking out for them to no avail. My hosts, however, assured me that the deer had come. OK. Maybe it required more than a peek through the curtains every now and again.

So the new Sunday ritual began. Sit outside with the lights off, drink the Leffe Blonde, and wait.




Tip:
Go for an hour long walk anyway. Just for the heck of it.

Leffe Blond psychology

You just have to read this.

I wrote a piece for a psychology unit I did once upon a time. I wrote how lucky I was. I'd had the usual abuse, but I really felt lucky and felt uncomfortable about it. I felt I possibly should be suffering and resentful. I didn't. I don't. 

I love that. Alexandra Franzen's article really sums that up. We don't have to suffer or go through adverse situations to have valid wisdom that helps others. Yay.

My life can be as easy as a Leffe Blond goes down at the end of a day.

So can yours, whether you like Leffe Blonde or not!

It's all a story, so we might as well make it a good one.

Take a moment right now and write your future story, the good one, the ideal one.

What would you be doing? Who would be there? What would you smell, see, taste? How would you be earning your living? What would you be contributing to the world or your community?

Post that up on your mirror or the toilet wall or somewhere that you'll see it every day.