Spring might be by us.....
Look carefully at the pencil case. I knew from the very beginning that I wanted your martisore to be there. Wishes are always to be fulfilled where they are more necessary. I felt travelling to Denmark was a challenge for me because it was not only travelling but taking with me general teaching problems to be shared and talked about. It was worth.
Spring might be getting closer here by now. A sunny cool morning invites you to go out and enjoy everything that moves around. I hope it is more or less the same your side.
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By the way, Iulian, the romanian headmaster in the group recognized it was a martisore. It couldn't have been any other way, of ocurse. but it made him happy to see something for his own culture. I also felt good because he was a bit shy at the beginning.
This is the nicest photo I've seen in a long time. :) Thank you. Did Iulian ask how come you have one?
I really kept my fingers crossed for your visit and I'm very happy you enjoyed it. You deserved to, and even more because you could/chose not go to Rome or Seville, although you were entitled to be there.
It's sunny and cool here too. I left my winter coat home (especially since it's not black and I have to wear black for a while)and I was cold. But the hard winter is definitely over. It will take a while for some of us to enjoy spring- Sorin, for example, but the worst is over.
Thanks again for the post. I'll keep sending a martisor each year, until you tell me to stop.
I woke up in winter again: snow and clouds. I need patience today! :((((((( It cannot be for long.
Don't forget to tie the thread to a rose branch or to a tree. And make a wish. And, most of all, you have to believe in it.
People used to believe in the power of this symbol. We don't anymore, and we never will again. The best we can do is to pass on the story, to prevent it from dying.
By the way, the first red-white thread was made by a mean old woman who went up the mountain with her heard wearing 12 coats, on a sunny March day. She was hot, so she took them off one by one. But the weather suddenly changed, and she froze and turned into stone with her sheep. That's why the first changing March days are called "babe"- old women. Ask your Comenius partner about the story about Baba Dochia. It's more authentic than Dracula!
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