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The seasons of life. Season 1: The Early Years and years wonderful "anything is possible."

Having reached what I call in Season 4 of my life, middle age, I would write down the desires realized, cravings aborted, the path with varying degrees of success, choices, sacrifices, brief joys, sorrows and joys of a part of life.

Before continuing, I want to warn those who read me maybe I'll talk about a life in what is called a family "happy" and without major problems.

(I know of course that there are lives that have known only pain and misfortune since childhood, but this is not the subject of this column, which is rather my view of life a person "blessed" by life, having access to a certain ease, the education and love of his.)

For me, life, like the year is divided into four seasons.

The first spring, the most beautiful and one that passes too quickly: early childhood.

In fact, in our first years of conscious life (from about 2 years until age 10 or 11) that all girls or boys we feel able to do everything and want everything or know do. For

children, life is a blessed time and then hated both: the wonderful blessed because "there" and lets all hope, hated because the main purpose of the child is to become a "great" to whom everything is license and who can do anything, it grows!

Childhood is also the age of confidence in all: what adults say, what they do or do not, is necessarily fair.

"Great people never lie and we must believe their claims!"

These first years of life (2 to 6 years of age of entry "to the big school") are also of recklessness, the wonderful, endless games, both with beautiful sophisticated toys, but even better with a piece of paper and old pieces of string.
is still the period of the imagination, creativity and non-flanged all possible!

Ah, what wonders these parties in Saint-Nicolas, Christmas or Easter, where characters with "magic powers" slip into cramped chimneys to bring us lots of gifts, where the bells leave and return to Rome responsible for chocolates and sweets for good children .....

Oh, what a sly and often hidden fear, receive instead of punishment distributed by bogeymen or other monsters that criticize the little children who were not wise!

What happiness to believe in magical powers of ogres and witches, hear their stories told by relatives and loving friends before finally read them ourselves, while shivering "delicious"!

What joys yet to invent a life, build a future and believe that we will achieve all our dreams!

And yet, as they rise too fast these years of indifference and faith in the aftermath wonderful and easy for the child, they are dragging and it has only wait to become a great person and can do what he wants, finally!

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Small pleasures of life.


I am talking about simple joys, simple but sometimes despite all the problems we have, we illuminate a day and sometimes even a single hour of the day.
Small pleasures that help us move forward, to love life and our earth, and against all odds.

They can obviously be very different from one person to another, but I'm pretty sure you will recognize some of mine!
And, would be great is that you comment on this article and you make me part of yours.

When I turn to the past and what was my journey, I sometimes regret not having taken advantage of a fleeting moment, which unfortunately does represent perhaps ever. And since now the longest part of my life is behind me and not before, I think with the experience he must try to make the most of that life has to offer: great happiness and joy offered to small daily. As

Prévert, I will make an inventory (without his talent of course) of what for me are real small pleasures.

• Being awakened at dawn by the birds singing and the sound of wind in the branches of palm.
• Open the flaps and see that overnight the flowers of the shrub in front of my room opened and discovered the blaze of their dark red tone!
• Quickly getting up, taking his first cup of coffee in the garden where the calm is not disturbed by noise from the street (that one advantage of getting up early).
• Browse the aisles surrounded by a real serenade of a wide variety of birds hiding in the foliage.
• View buttons yesterday begin to hatch, and new plantings, do there bit, begin to grow and be good in my garden.
• Wait patiently as the sun illuminates and emphasizes it with my abundant flowering bougainvillea.
• Enjoy these moments of solitude and quietness so rare in life that sometimes gets carried away!
• Feel the wind on my skin still fresh of the morning hour, which is unfortunately too short, especially in summer.
• Hear gradually waking the neighborhood.
• See the sun rise over the summer sea in Marsa: a marvel, a very fleeting moment: an orange ball appear out of the sea!
• During hot summers, after being locked up all day to try to escape the great heat, power finally came to dusk, smelling the flowers exhale their fragrance to greet the return of freshness. After a day
• particularly stormy and heavy, hear the wind getting up, see the sky is veiled, the clouds pile up, the rumbling thunder and rain last fall, and get out, get out fast to feel on her bare skin that freshness As expected!

These are some of my small pleasures.

course there are the great joys and pleasures of life as a wife, mother and grand-mère, mais j'évoquerai cela dans d'autres chroniques .

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friendly nod to the French: Understanding "The Belgian".:



En ces temps difficiles pour mon pays natal, j'ai décidé de coucher sur la page virtuelle de mon blog certaines mises au point sur ma langue maternelle, le français.

Cette idée me trotte dans la tête depuis déjà un bon moment .
Avant d'entrer dans le vif du sujet, petit rappel pour ceux qui le connaissent mal, ce pays aussi grand qu'une tête d'épingle,(si on le compare à la Chine!) Il se situe au Nord de l'Europe, et est divisé en trois régions distinctes, et ce malgré sa faible superficie.

En effet, everyone now knows, even our French neighbors still fairly "self-indulgent," Belgium is a small trilingual country. Do not forget, even though we talk very little, in the east, in the area called "redeemed cantons" and along the border of Germany, the official language is German.

In the North, the Flemish region (with cities like Antwerp very important economically, or historically as Bruges and Ghent, which was the capital of the empire of Charles the Fifth!) The official language is Flemish regional language derived from Dutch spoken in the Netherlands, countries which depended on the region and led by William of Orange.

In the south, French is the official language, this region was a province of France until the Revolution of 1830, when Belgium was really formed as a sovereign country.

The idea of this text came to me to correct a widespread error: that the French spoken in Belgium is not French from France!
I am against this misconception, especially as some media would echo.

For example, a quiz in the newspaper of the Internet, one question concerned the language spoken in Wallonia.

• The question was: What the French in Belgium?

Three answers were given:

• regional variation of the French imprint Belgica.
• French that many laughs. (Sic)
  
• spoken French in Wallonia.

The answer was supposedly just the first proposal.
I protest and I say loud and clear that this is the third proposal, which is good.

course, as in all francophone countries, regionalism are common and normal. All while speaking the same language at home, enrich it new words from their experiences, their local ......
This fact also that a language is alive, it evolves, to borrow the words of others, appropriates them, places them in the "mother tongue" and allows him to find his place in this world so changing and diverse.

So I totally agree that the French spoken in Wallonia includes many belgica, and in the next chapter, I will quote some of them and clarify them.

But what makes me "pissed off" is that the French still very chauvinistic, laugh constantly these belgica, while the "Canadian", they find tasty!
And it's always a slight condescension they watch the Belgians.

Do I remind them that the "bible" of French grammar (use the Good ) was written by a Belgian, Maurice Grévisse and remains the standard work for all linguists. "
Should I also tell them that France is composed of a multitude of very different regions also has its regionalism that are not always understood throughout the country!
Do I still say that each region or city, both in France and Belgium speaks his language with region-specific accents!
And rather than always stigmatize the mote in the eyes of their neighbors, the people of France would be better sometimes to watch the beam in theirs!

Well, I feel relieved: I had to push my little "rant" and I did. I hope the French will not mind and understand that sometimes certain truths of restoring order to better understand each other!
After that, I add that I have lots of French friends, we get along very well, and I love their country, and especially our common language, that of Voltaire and Molière.

Now just to the belgica cheer (even when I add that some of them have now returned permanently to the Larousse and form part of the French language). I deliberately selected a few and I give the translation "in good French," because one could write pages about it!

• The drache : sudden downpour and strong (as it often rains and thousands in Belgium, there is even talk of national drache example, one falling steadily passing parade of 21 July!). The
• kot (past now finally in French, which is more a word that Scrabble players are familiar, well-placed because it can pay big dividends!): furnished room rented to a student (result was the koter verb: to live in a student room).
• Have good : experience pleasure or giving the right answer. A bell
• : for blister or blisters in France.
• A crolles : a lock of hair (Small, I was crollée = my hair very curly).
• Jouette : playful, loves to joke, laugh ....
• Kwistax (or cuistax) : kind of kart driven force leg by a BB. Can be individual or multiple tickets.
• speech therapist speech therapist in France. Curiously the word is French and comes from the Latin root, then Speech Language Pathologist comes from the Greek root. What is bizarre is that the French speak of speech therapy speech therapist but the snub!
• Stay paf : stay quia, mouth agape, arms hanging ....
• Queuing : in France we lined up, for example the post office. A dustpan
• : small metal shovel or plastic to pick up the crumbs or debris. The waiver
• : in Belgium, it does not terminate a lease, it gives its waiver. The cloth
• : what in France is called mop.
• Tchoul : crying, sobbing so strong and sound.
  

stop there, I could still give you dozens but it would be boring!

If you in your speaking countries or other regions have also tasty and pictorial expressions, tell me in comments that you will do at the end of this article is so rewarding

contact and the learning new things.

I hope, dear friend (s) French you will not mind you having a little "rooms".