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  • “What does my body already know, that my mind hasn’t caught up to yet?”

    “What does my body already know, that my mind hasn’t caught up to yet?”

    Little pieces of paper I keep in my pockets, I pull them out and read: “What does my body already know, that my mind hasn’t caught up with yet?” And suddenly in the middle of the biggest crisis, my instinctive answer surprised me; “That I am always safe, that I have enough, that I am… Read more

  • Allowing the feeling to be felt.

    Allowing the feeling to be felt.

    Just feeling the feeling and going through it. Nothing else. Even though all my notebooks are full of intentions to live my life more cyclical, I had completely forgotten about this. “What season am I in right now?” was one of them. But maybe I have to ask at an even smaller level. Maybe a… Read more

  • Transforming fear into growth.

    Transforming fear into growth.

    When I feel the fear I think I am all alone with it. When I name it in front of someone else for the first time I feel shy and nervous. “How embarrassing to admit…” I think. Until I give words to my feelings. And then they are met in resonance. I relax, I gain… Read more

  • Where to set your Boundaries.

    Where to set your Boundaries.

    Lately I noticed, I only react once my boundaries are crossed long time ago. Only then I notice where they where or should have been. Or at least thats what it feels like. How many people tried to interfere into my peace today. Too many. Why is it so hard for me to hold my… Read more

  • What if I just allow myself to get there?

    What if I just allow myself to get there?

    A bit stressed because I feel like by now I have to have the perfect format for this Blog figured out. At the same time I am well aware, that this is neither possible nor necessary. I have this neat picture in my head. Sharing value to you who reads. Short, to the point and… Read more

  • There is no reason, not to grow.

    There is no reason, not to grow.

    Kafka said something in the lines of: “When you live you don’t write.” I picked up that sentence in my last year of high school. Somewhere in between a lot of books I didn’t feel like reading. I certainly didn’t feel like reading Kafka, but since I heard that phrase I sympathized with him, nonetheless.… Read more