RuthFroehlinger
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I live in Austria in a small village, about 70 kms from Vienna. I have been living here since 1987, am married and have 2 children.
My hobbies include reading, tennis, biking, and playing guitar (well, trying to anyway). I also sing in an amateur, but modern choir.
In Winter, skiing is the in thing to do, which incurs alot more than just skiing – apres skiing, gulasch in the little huts on the mountains, lots of tumbles and falls lots of punch etc., etc.
But, it’s the summers I love best. We usually travel somewhere – Italy, Greece, Croatia and we just take it really easy. Summer is cool! I miss summers in Aussie.
I am an English Language Teacher to Adults
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RuthFroehlinger is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art For The World, Authentic India, Falling Leaves, Freedom In Words and ART, Gorgeous Flower Cards, Incredible India, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Seasonal 'Scapes, Something To Say, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers and WMG.
Journal Entries
Thanks
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Pasting an image
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Need Help
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FASCINATED
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Art
Writing
From Generation to Generation
There’s a time and place for everything / from rendezvous to wedding rings, / a time to dance, a time to sing, / at winter’s end is time for spring. Rosebuds take their time to bloom / and fled…
Wor(l)ds
Words over the seas, first come in ripples and then in breeze / from distant worlds where day is night, / the moon glowing, when the sun shines bright / where thousands of miles seem strangely near,…
I question the legend
Jesus spreads true words in his teaching, / Jesus, bestows love in his preaching, / he doesn’t judge – right from wrong; / he has not the will to betray his throng / That marvelous tree an…
Writers Block
Write! for you cannot lose where passion reigns / Write! for you cannot still the ink in your veins
just a piece of wood
I’ve had a long life ‘twas all of it good
Part-time Lover
A knock at the door! A sudden stillness. / My body awakes! Is it really true? / It opens slowly! And there you are, yes, / A silhouette, oh God, how I’ve missed you. You enter my world again and…
