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What is it all about?
The patterns always repeat themselves. I can see it almost literally. The beginning is always difficult, it takes time to arrive into anything new. I start to remember why I do this, cycling around by myself, for those fragile moments. Sandra welcomes me into her home. The few times we saw each other so far…
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How do you arrive back in the present moment?
8:29 in the morning I am sitting in an armchair, my laptop on my knees. When I peak through the windows I see immense mountains in every direction. With their majestic energy they reach high up into the sky. And make me feel appropriately small in their presence. My body still remembers the last three…
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The taste of Freedom.
How does true freedom feel? It’s not about the place. It’s not about the time. It’s not about what you have or don’t have. Then what is it about? My lips stick together as I try to dislodge a piece of nuts from between my teeth. My forehead is covered in sweat some other drops…
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How deep is your relationship to your ego?
One reason why I love to to go on cycling trips so much, is because it teaches me a lot about pretty much anything in life. Pedaling up and down, far and wide became a Metaphor I can fit into many challenging situations. And when I don’t know where to go with my life cycling…
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Trading Comfort for Growth
I am no longer asking: “Why am I doing this?” Meanwhile other people still ask me: “But why are you doing this?” “Irgendwie muess mer sich ja beschäftige…” (Somehow we have to find a way to pass our time, no?) I tell them, and it shuts them up. At least for a short moment. And…
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Finding the one person that will always be around.
“Aren’t you getting bored when you are by yourself all day?” Is a frequent question people ask me. When I happen to tell them about the bike trips I do by myself. That question left me speechless the first time I got it. “Bored? What do you even mean?” From the moment I get up,…
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Overcoming Fear and Discomfort
In the morning I wake up in a thick soup of fog. My sleeping bag is drenched wet and I can not see further than I reach with my arm. I had slept alright, actually really good considering that I had been sleeping on the roots of a tree. Thanks to myself being too lazy…
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Changing perspectives: Is everything just Mindset?
My legs are as heavy as my mind. Everything feels like discomfort and suffering in front as much as behind me. I am in the middle of it. Hundreds of kilometers left to cycle and I barely manage to do 50 in one day. I just want to be back in my own bed. I…
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How would you describe freedom to someone who doesn’t know?
My body is tired my mind wide awake. I push my bike out of the trees on to the top of the hill. Bright light and a sea of fog beneath me, the sun didn’t rise yet. I lean my bike against the bench I had spend yesterday-afternoon on and brush my hair to braid…
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Chasing the Sun: A Journey Up the Mountains
In the myst of a late morning I leave Eva’s Home. The fire had been already burning in the stove when I got down into her kitchen, the smell of coffee unfolding in the air. Our conversations are still echoing in my head as I push my bike back up the steep hill into the…
kesityu. 