Tastes of Transformation: From Hot Dogs to New Horizons
I had my first ever American hot dog when I was in college.
The man I was dating was open mouthed shocked that I didn’t know what a hot dog WAS.
Later, when I spent some time in Germany with my family, I saw what a German hot dog looked like while at the soccer field. (yes, that’s where I get my ridiculous passion for the sport.)
They had hollowed out a brotchen (roll) and put a sausage in it. A brotchen is not a hot dog bun, and a sausage is not a hot dog!
It’s a funny story, but the point is: what we grow up with, or in my case, don’t grow up with, influences how we see the world around that particular topic, habit, lifestyle.
Later still, my husband taught me about pickle relish. Yup. I didn’t know about that either.
So what happens when we want something different? See something different and wonder …
That’s the million dollar question, isn't it?
What is required is a conscious choice to learn other options, to be open minded about...
I Dare You to Stretch Your Wings!
I looked outside to see what the ruckus was about and saw 3 baby bluejays. How they got on the driveway and my steps I don’t know! But they were not brave enough to fly away!
Over the course of a few days the excitement built. I was even scolded for looking at a baby up in the lilac tree from my deck! [Literally, I just looked and one of the babies flew into the lilac tree to the exact same place. I don’t dare get up!]
From “day 1” to day 2 baby number 3 was lost. Of the two remaining babies, it was easy to see which was older than the other — the feathers were more distinct on the older bird and it was just a bit larger and more bold.
This morning, day 4, one was sitting on the berm and he was quite pudgy!
It’s been delightful to literally watch the stretching of the wings, trying them out. You could almost hear the inner dialogue: wow, that feels kinda good. Oh! I want to fly up into that tree, it isn’t that far…. and then the wee...
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