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Folk Lore Kent’s Mayhem Fair - Visit Canterbury 24th May 2026, 12pm-7pm #folklore #kent #festivals #festival #Event #custom #tradition #hoodening #MorrisDance #maypole #folkplays #folkcustoms #giant

https://www.canterbury.co.uk/events/folk-lore-kent-s-mayhem-fair-160112/

Folk Lore Kent’s Mayhem Fair - Visit Canterbury 24th May 2026, 12pm-7pm #folklore #kent #festivals #festival #Event #custom #tradition #hoodening #MorrisDance #maypole #folkplays #folkcustoms #giant

https://www.canterbury.co.uk/events/folk-lore-kent-s-mayhem-fair-160112/

Folk Lore Kent’s Mayhem Fair - Visit Canterbury 24th May 2026, 12pm-7pm #folklore #kent #festivals #festival #Event #custom #tradition #hoodening #MorrisDance #maypole #folkplays #folkcustoms #giant

https://www.canterbury.co.uk/events/folk-lore-kent-s-mayhem-fair-160112/

Folk Lore Kent’s Mayhem Fair - Visit Canterbury 24th May 2026, 12pm-7pm #folklore #kent #festivals #festival #Event #custom #tradition #hoodening #MorrisDance #maypole #folkplays #folkcustoms #giant

https://www.canterbury.co.uk/events/folk-lore-kent-s-mayhem-fair-160112/

Folk Lore Kent’s Mayhem Fair - Visit Canterbury #folklore #kent #festivals #festival #Event #custom #tradition #hoodening #MorrisDance #maypole #folkplays

https://www.canterbury.co.uk/events/folk-lore-kent-s-mayhem-fair-160112/

https://www.wacoca.com/tour/975416/ 🇯🇵日本の伝統的な舞台公演(津山市)Japanese Stage Performance/GieJapanTv #dance #GieJapanTv #japan #Japan’sDance #japanese #JapaneseDance #KABUKI #taiko #tottori #Tradition #Traditional #岡山 #岡山ツアー #岡山県 #岡山県ツアー #岡山県観光 #岡山観光 #日本の伝統的な舞台公演 #津山市

https://www.europesays.com/ch-fr/130766/ La ville de Bienne accueille jusqu’à dimanche la 35e Fête fédérale de musique #ArtsEtDivertissement #Bienne #Canal+ #competition #Concert #Culture #Divertissement #Entertainment #événement #Festival #fête #Interview #musicien #Musique #Musiques #organisation #Suisse #tradition

https://www.alojapan.com/1485930/%e3%80%90nagoya%e3%80%91must-see-tourist-attraction-tokugawaen-garden/ 【NAGOYA】Must-See Tourist Attraction – Tokugawaen Garden #blog #garden #guide #Japan #must #Nagoya #NagoyaDestinations #NagoyaTour #NagoyaTravel #NagoyaTrip #NagoyaVacation #park #plant #see #tour #tradition #travel #trip #vlog #walking #名古屋 【NAGOYA】Must-See Tourist Attraction – Tokugawaen Garden #nagoya #everyday #daily #attractive #park #recommendations #walking #travel #trip #guide #tour #blog #vlog #garden Hello! I live in Kyoto Japa

https://www.alojapan.com/1485930/%e3%80%90nagoya%e3%80%91must-see-tourist-attraction-tokugawaen-garden/ 【NAGOYA】Must-See Tourist Attraction – Tokugawaen Garden #blog #garden #guide #Japan #must #Nagoya #NagoyaDestinations #NagoyaTour #NagoyaTravel #NagoyaTrip #NagoyaVacation #park #plant #see #tour #tradition #travel #trip #vlog #walking #名古屋 【NAGOYA】Must-See Tourist Attraction – Tokugawaen Garden #nagoya #everyday #daily #attractive #park #recommendations #walking #travel #trip #guide #tour #blog #vlog #garden Hello! I live in Kyoto Japa

Not a scene from a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta? "Yeoman warders taking part in the ceremonial search ahead of the state opening of Parliament" #King #monarchy #tradition #UK

Eilantrag gegen Oide-Wiesn-Zeltvergabe | Abendzeitung München

Die Oide Wiesn ist seit 15 Jahren ein fester Bestandteil des Oktoberfests, sie hat allerdings zuneh…
#Muenchen #Munchen #Munich #Deutschland #Deutsch #DE #Schlagzeilen #Headlines #Nachrichten #News #Europe #Europa #EU #München #Arbeitskreis #Bayern #Besucher #Erwachsene #Familie #Gäste #Germany #Kinder #Öffnungszeiten #OideWiesn #Oktoberfest #preise #QR-Code #Schütenlisl #Tradition #Wiesn #wirte
https://www.europesays.com/de/1014308/

https://www.europesays.com/videos/24695/ SCHWEIZ: Gewaltige Kuhkämpfe sorgen in der Schweiz für riesiges Staunen bei tausenden Zuschauern! #2026 #aktuell #CombatDeReines #fernsehen #kuhduell #kühe #kuhkampf #n24 #nachrichten #NachrichtenAktuell #news #schweiz #SchweizerTradition #sumoringen #tiere #tierkampf #tierwelt #tierwohl #tradition #tv #video #wallis #welt #WELTNews #Zuschauer

I've made a lifelong habit of playing Carly Simon's album "SPY," including her song "Memorial Day," on the last Monday of May each year. The song has nothing to do with our American holiday, but the title fits and I make my own traditions. #carly #carlysimon #songstress #singer #singers #vocalist #vacalists #torchsinger #torchsingers #music #lp #vinyl #vinylcollectors #digital #digitalisbest #watercolor #peony #peonies #memorialday #americanholiday #americanholidays #tradition #traditions

I've made a lifelong habit of playing Carly Simon's album "SPY," including her song "Memorial Day," on the last Monday of May each year. The song has nothing to do with our American holiday, but the title fits and I make my own traditions. #carly #carlysimon #songstress #singer #singers #vocalist #vacalists #torchsinger #torchsingers #music #lp #vinyl #vinylcollectors #digital #digitalisbest #watercolor #peony #peonies #memorialday #americanholiday #americanholidays #tradition #traditions

I've made a lifelong habit of playing Carly Simon's album "SPY," including her song "Memorial Day," on the last Monday of May each year. The song has nothing to do with our American holiday, but the title fits and I make my own traditions. #carly #carlysimon #songstress #singer #singers #vocalist #vacalists #torchsinger #torchsingers #music #lp #vinyl #vinylcollectors #digital #digitalisbest #watercolor #peony #peonies #memorialday #americanholiday #americanholidays #tradition #traditions

I've made a lifelong habit of playing Carly Simon's album "SPY," including her song "Memorial Day," on the last Monday of May each year. The song has nothing to do with our American holiday, but the title fits and I make my own traditions. #carly #carlysimon #songstress #singer #singers #vocalist #vacalists #torchsinger #torchsingers #music #lp #vinyl #vinylcollectors #digital #digitalisbest #watercolor #peony #peonies #memorialday #americanholiday #americanholidays #tradition #traditions

I've made a lifelong habit of playing Carly Simon's album "SPY," including her song "Memorial Day," on the last Monday of May each year. The song has nothing to do with our American holiday, but the title fits and I make my own traditions. #carly #carlysimon #songstress #singer #singers #vocalist #vacalists #torchsinger #torchsingers #music #lp #vinyl #vinylcollectors #digital #digitalisbest #watercolor #peony #peonies #memorialday #americanholiday #americanholidays #tradition #traditions

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

Screech Rum: Newfoundland's Signature Spirit and the 'Screech-In' Ceremony 🇨🇦🥃

Screech Rum is a dark rum associated with Newfoundland, and the 'Screech-In' ceremony is a playful tradition where visitors kiss a codfish and take a shot of Screech to become honorary Newfoundlanders. 🇨🇦 #Canada #Newfoundland #ScreechRum #Tradition #Culture

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newfoundland_Screech

I saved the vintage Coca-Cola ads from some magazines being discarded, and framed them for xmas decor. National Geographic, 1949. #christmas #xmas #holiday #holidays #wintersolstice #wintersolsticeholidays #yule #boxingday #stluciaday #saturnalia #newyear #newyears #newyearseve #vintage #heirloom #vintagead #vintageads #vintageadvertising #tradition #traditional

I saved the vintage Coca-Cola ads from some magazines being discarded, and framed them for xmas decor. National Geographic, 1949. #christmas #xmas #holiday #holidays #wintersolstice #wintersolsticeholidays #yule #boxingday #stluciaday #saturnalia #newyear #newyears #newyearseve #vintage #heirloom #vintagead #vintageads #vintageadvertising #tradition #traditional

I saved the vintage Coca-Cola ads from some magazines being discarded, and framed them for xmas decor. National Geographic, 1949. #christmas #xmas #holiday #holidays #wintersolstice #wintersolsticeholidays #yule #boxingday #stluciaday #saturnalia #newyear #newyears #newyearseve #vintage #heirloom #vintagead #vintageads #vintageadvertising #tradition #traditional

I saved the vintage Coca-Cola ads from some magazines being discarded, and framed them for xmas decor. National Geographic, 1949. #christmas #xmas #holiday #holidays #wintersolstice #wintersolsticeholidays #yule #boxingday #stluciaday #saturnalia #newyear #newyears #newyearseve #vintage #heirloom #vintagead #vintageads #vintageadvertising #tradition #traditional

I saved the vintage Coca-Cola ads from some magazines being discarded, and framed them for xmas decor. National Geographic, 1949. #christmas #xmas #holiday #holidays #wintersolstice #wintersolsticeholidays #yule #boxingday #stluciaday #saturnalia #newyear #newyears #newyearseve #vintage #heirloom #vintagead #vintageads #vintageadvertising #tradition #traditional

Inside a Family-Owned Brooklyn Bakery With 50 Years of Tradition

Biagio Fortunato, co-owner of Fortunato Brothers Bakery in Brooklyn, grew up just a few blocks from the shop…
#UnitedStates #US #USA #america #bakery #biagiofortunato #business #BusinessInsider #cannoli #consistency #Cookie #expectation #familybusiness #family-ownedbrooklynbakery #Pound #sameway #thousand #Tradition #uncle #unitedstatesofamerica #year
https://www.europesays.com/2974946/

Maple Taffy: A Sweet Snowy Tradition

During maple syrup season, Canadians pour hot syrup onto fresh snow to create maple taffy! 🍁❄️ Rolled onto a stick, it's a beloved winter treat at sugar shacks and festivals, celebrating Canada's maple heritage! 🇨🇦 #Canada #MapleSyrup #Tradition #SweetTreat

https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/maple-sugar-industry

Maple Taffy: A Sweet Snowy Tradition

During maple syrup season, Canadians pour hot syrup onto fresh snow to create maple taffy! 🍁❄️ Rolled onto a stick, it's a beloved winter treat at sugar shacks and festivals, celebrating Canada's maple heritage! 🇨🇦 #Canada #MapleSyrup #Tradition #SweetTreat

https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/maple-sugar-industry

Even though I've been an Atheist over fifty of my seventy-odd years, I still love Christmas Eve with family and friends. Non-believers are allowed to be sentimental about traditions and holidays, too. 1973. #christmas #holiday #holidays #tradition #traditions #sentimental #celebrate #christmaseve #wintersolstice #winterholidays #Yule #Dongzhi #Yalda #Soyal #Saturnalia #StLuciasDay #boxingday #atheist #atheist #atheism #goodwithoutgod #atheistsrock #family #familygathering #familyandfriends

Even though I've been an Atheist over fifty of my seventy-odd years, I still love Christmas Eve with family and friends. Non-believers are allowed to be sentimental about traditions and holidays, too. 1973. #christmas #holiday #holidays #tradition #traditions #sentimental #celebrate #christmaseve #wintersolstice #winterholidays #Yule #Dongzhi #Yalda #Soyal #Saturnalia #StLuciasDay #boxingday #atheist #atheist #atheism #goodwithoutgod #atheistsrock #family #familygathering #familyandfriends

Even though I've been an Atheist over fifty of my seventy-odd years, I still love Christmas Eve with family and friends. Non-believers are allowed to be sentimental about traditions and holidays, too. 1973. #christmas #holiday #holidays #tradition #traditions #sentimental #celebrate #christmaseve #wintersolstice #winterholidays #Yule #Dongzhi #Yalda #Soyal #Saturnalia #StLuciasDay #boxingday #atheist #atheist #atheism #goodwithoutgod #atheistsrock #family #familygathering #familyandfriends

Even though I've been an Atheist over fifty of my seventy-odd years, I still love Christmas Eve with family and friends. Non-believers are allowed to be sentimental about traditions and holidays, too. 1973. #christmas #holiday #holidays #tradition #traditions #sentimental #celebrate #christmaseve #wintersolstice #winterholidays #Yule #Dongzhi #Yalda #Soyal #Saturnalia #StLuciasDay #boxingday #atheist #atheist #atheism #goodwithoutgod #atheistsrock #family #familygathering #familyandfriends

Even though I've been an Atheist over fifty of my seventy-odd years, I still love Christmas Eve with family and friends. Non-believers are allowed to be sentimental about traditions and holidays, too. 1973. #christmas #holiday #holidays #tradition #traditions #sentimental #celebrate #christmaseve #wintersolstice #winterholidays #Yule #Dongzhi #Yalda #Soyal #Saturnalia #StLuciasDay #boxingday #atheist #atheist #atheism #goodwithoutgod #atheistsrock #family #familygathering #familyandfriends

I muse on the ways people claim Spiritual authority (tradition and initiation), what it means, and the oft-surprising approach of practicality. https://www.xenofact.com/2026/05/07/thoughts-on-spiritual-validity/

#religion #culture #initiation #tradition #psychology

Thoughts On Spiritual Validity

Ich lese gerade "#ReinventingOrganizations" und hatte ein Wiedererkennen mit dem Moment, als ich meinen ersten #Arbeitgeber verließ. Manche -wenige- Kollegen, mit denen ich jahrelang gut klargekommen war, nannten mich "Verräter"! 😯 Ohne meine Beweggründe zu kennen... Zwar mit humorvollem Tonfall, aber das war schon ein komisches Gefühl, als ob man ein ewiges Versprechen gebrochen hätte.

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Beim Lesen des Abschnitts über Tribale und Traditionelle #Organisationen kam mir noch ein anderer Gedanke: Traditionelle Organisationen sind zwar weiter entwickelt, scheinen aber Schwierigkeiten zu haben, sich gegen innere Tribale Gruppen zu wehren, sobald ein Mitglied eine hohe Position eingenommen hat. Je nach Ausprägung spricht man von Netzwerken, Männerbünden, Ränken... Aktuell das Beispiel der US-Regierung: Deren hierarchische #Organisation schafft es offenbar nicht, der Rotte um Trump irgendetwas entgegen zu setzen.

#Tradition #Hierarchie

#Hartberg #Austria #Styria #VisitAustria #AustrianTraditions #MayDay #Maypole #SpringFestival #LocalTraditions #EuropeanTravel #HistoricTown #ChurchSquare #TravelPhotography #CulturalHeritage #SmallTownCharm
#Hartberg #Österreich #Steiermark #Maibaum #Maibaumaufstellen #ErsterMai #MaiFeier #Brauchtum #Tradition #Frühling #Ausflugsziel #Kirchplatz #Altstadt #Reisefotografie #Kulturerbe

#Hartberg #Austria #Styria #VisitAustria #AustrianTraditions #MayDay #Maypole #SpringFestival #LocalTraditions #EuropeanTravel #HistoricTown #ChurchSquare #TravelPhotography #CulturalHeritage #SmallTownCharm
#Hartberg #Österreich #Steiermark #Maibaum #Maibaumaufstellen #ErsterMai #MaiFeier #Brauchtum #Tradition #Frühling #Ausflugsziel #Kirchplatz #Altstadt #Reisefotografie #Kulturerbe

#Hartberg #Austria #Styria #VisitAustria #AustrianTraditions #MayDay #Maypole #SpringFestival #LocalTraditions #EuropeanTravel #HistoricTown #ChurchSquare #TravelPhotography #CulturalHeritage #SmallTownCharm
#Hartberg #Österreich #Steiermark #Maibaum #Maibaumaufstellen #ErsterMai #MaiFeier #Brauchtum #Tradition #Frühling #Ausflugsziel #Kirchplatz #Altstadt #Reisefotografie #Kulturerbe

https://www.europesays.com/afrique/91793/ Musiques sacrées de Fès  Ode à l’artisanat ##ArtEtCulture ##ArtsTraditionnels ##CultureMarocaine ##EconomieCreative ##Festival2026 ##FestivalFes ##FierteNationale ##IdentiteCulturelle ##Maalemines ##MadeinMorocco ##MusiquesSacrees ##PatrimoineMarocain ##savoirfaire #Artisanat #artisans #Fès #Maroc #tradition #transmission

Would You Kiss the Sourtoe?

In Dawson City, Yukon, the Sourtoe Cocktail dares you to sip whisky with a preserved human toe inside! 🥃👣 As long as your lips touch the toe, you’re part of the club. Over 100,000 people have taken the chilling challenge! 🇨🇦 #Canada #Yukon #Sourtoe #Tradition

https://dawsoncity.ca/listing/sourtoe-cocktail-club/

​Viana do Castelo magic! ✨ In every street corner, you find amazing people. This lady is 94 years young and still dancing to the accordion. 💃🪗 The energy here is just incomparable. Pure soul. ❤️🇵🇹 ​ #Portugal #Emotion #Tradition #StreetLife #BlueSky #vianadocastelo

Olsberg – Fronleichnams-Prozession 2004

Am 10. Juni 2004 führt die Fronleichnams-Prozession der Pfarrgemeinde St. Nikolaus Olsberg durch den Kurpark Dr. Grüne…

https://privatarchiv.rzgierskopp.de/2004/06/olsberg-fronleichnams-prozession-2004/

#Altar #Fronleichnam #Hochsauerland #Kirche #Kurpark #Olsberg #Prozession #Religion #Sauerland #Tradition #Balkenhol,Joachim

Während ganz Deutschland Buckelwal Timmy rettet, verbrennen wir in der Oberlausitz Frauenpuppen und rösten den Igel gleich mit. Ein Kommentar zur Walpurgisnacht. #Hexenbrennen #Walpurgisnacht #Hexenfeuer #Tradition #Satire #TimmyWal https://www.diesachsen.de/kommentar/hexenbrennen-2026-warum-wir-eine-frauenpuppe-verbrennen-und-den-igel-gleich-mit-3130504?utm_source=Mastodon&utm_medium=publizer&utm_content=textlink