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Note to self: What does honest expression feel like?
It is all those moments that are hard to describe with words. Prisoning the feeling of magic between a few letters. Stealing away the smell of the moment. Maybe it’s presence in awe. Or the wind that passes between the pillars. And maybe I am allowed to write in a way no one has to…
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Maybe it is just okay to be scared?
Scared to open up and get hurt. Scared because I have no clear path of where to go next. Scared of loosing control over my body. My reasoning keeps on talking into myself, why all of those are irrational. And my tired self just wants all of them to disappear. Yet is that really what…
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“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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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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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Moving out of my room and into my sleeping bag.
How do you even say that? I am moving out, literally, out into the wild. I am moving into my sleeping bag and onto my bike. I am also moving into my tent from time to time. This project has been luring somewhere in the near future for months now. Far enough to idealize yet…
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All of Me at the Top of the Mountain.
Have you ever found yourself standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take? “What is it that you are going to teach me today?”, I wonder as I get out of bed long before sunrise. As many other times I had been tempted to ignore the alarm and stay in these cushions. They…
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