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Is it a business or a hobby?
Why am I writing, to who, what about and what for? That’s where I am at, again. Wondering which word will make it out of my head into these letters and which ones I better keep for myself. Who is going to read it anyways? Looks like you are. But who are you? Do I…
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A crowded mind in a calm place.
“There is no getting on top of the list.” I have to remind myself almost once a day. Not sure anymore where I have read that sentence, but ever since it sticked. I am glad. Shows up to remind me, that I can’t shoot the expectations towards myself, to the moon. Sometimes it helps to…
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Love Life.
The books I read: “Love Life” by Matthew Hussey. “Instead of putting my in-the-moment feelings in charge, I always ask myself this question: Is this a thing, that once it’s over, makes me say, “I’am glad I did that”?” p.109 Why this one? Under one of my recent post I got an especially inspiring reply,…
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When did you stop learning?
Does education stop somewhere between your teens and late twenties? The question on how to educate kids is a recurrent one. With people who have kids themselves, with others working with kids, remembering how it was to be young or considering how they’ll deal with it once they will have children of their own. And…
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Too late?
“I wish I knew, when I was 21!” I know it now and I see how much struggle and pain I could have spared myself if I could have only known a little earlier. “If I could have only known since the beginning.” And then I have a conversation with someone twice or three times…
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One last love letter.
Before I let go for good, before I’ll watch you drive away with someone else, I just wanted to dedicate a few words to all these corners I had built with my own hands, the corners that felt like home in another life. This house-truck sums up all the details I have come to notice…
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Radical Acceptance.
The books I read: “Radical Acceptance” by Tara Brach. “We may spend our lives seeking something that is actually right inside us, and could be found if we would only stop and deepen our attention. But distracted, we spend our life on our way somewhere else.” p.308 Why this one? While cycling to Istanbul and…
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What do you do?
“What about you, what do you do in life?” And now, do you know what to say? Are you shooting out one word and feel like that is really you? Did you like the answer you just gave? Are you really identifying with that roll you described your life with? Student. Housewife. Doctor. Photographer. Artist.…
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Climbing a mountain before breakfast…
…and swimming in a lake for lunch. Tired and cold I get up. Everything hurts, I slept like a bird on a pole, woke up many times during the whole night, feeling like I would fall from the bench which was my bed. It did rain and there where some crazy winds blowing over the…
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The first time.
Late mornings I leave, it is a beautiful day, after a week of rain. Not knowing yet, that this would be an other historic day on my way I pedal into the sunny hills. I had been tempted to lurk around another day or two, but finally made up my mind, that there was no…
kesityu. 