Just a word

Glückspilz. One of my favourite German words. Literally: luck + mushroom. Lucky mushroom? Mushroom of luck?

In any Glückspilz representation, there’s always the image of a fly agaric mushroom. Famous, enchanting and, please, don’t forget: highly toxic for humans. Whoever eats one of those, will not be so lucky after all.

Still, it’s all about the look, I guess. Iconic. Cute, even. A certified dish. Most attractive. Bright red with dainty decorative white polka dots – what’s not to like. Just don’t eat the fellow. It’s a looker. Special. Home of fairies and all sorts of mythical delights.

So, Glückspilz.

A friend gave me this for my birthday:

Picture credit: Britta Benson

The ribbon is part of a keychain. I love it. I’m all in favour of manifesting. I will see this Glückspilz-message at least twice a day from now on. That’s pretty powerful.

Do I need reminding?

I consider myself lucky anyway. In the grand lottery that is life, I’m a winner. Through no or very little effort. Just luck, really. I have a good life, a great husband, a wonderful family. I’m reasonably healthy-ish, with a few moderate adjustments and the usual expected niggles of someone my age. I don’t own a lot, but most definitely enough. And yes, a good many things annoy me, still, I have plenty of time for the things I love doing. That’s a tremendous priviledge.

I might not need reminding, that I’m a Glückspilz. It can’t do any harm, though, and the keychain is lovely.

Happy Friday to you all, and I’ll see you here tomorrow, if you wish!

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