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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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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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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…
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Why am I doing this?
Not only am I asking myself that question when I cycle up a mountain before breakfast, but also when landscapes around me are just to beautiful to grasp or when I am too exhausted to think, when strangers are kind and when I feel lost and alone. Why am I doing this? Why am I…
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Where is “Home”?
Certainly I am not the first nor the last one to asks this question. And in the end we all have to answer it for ourselves. Where is your “Home”? And what is it? A place, a feeling, is it where you grew up, did you build it yourself, does it move or is it…
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Struck by lightning, almost.
Inner seconds I am drenched wet, barely I had the time to put the phone in my pocket. Thunder and lightning. “Hopefully they wont pass right where I am, how was it again you calculate how far the lightning is from where you stand?” Needless to remember as the lightning goes down right in front…
kesityu. 