Until recently, I was thinking about yoga all the time. Somehow, this has been lost in the shuffle. And I miss it. I miss thinking about poses, when my back aches. I didn’t even make it to my classes last week. And I notice it. I feel lost. I am reacting. I start panicking about…
A different kind of diary
I used to write a diary as teenager, I guess as many do. And actually I started using one again about eight years ago when I was going through some rough patches. But it was always just for me and I never shared it with anyone. To me writing this blog feels like I am…
Snow Snow Snow…. but how do I feel?
It has been snowing all day. I love it. Everything seems to turn into something more beautiful when covered in snow… Sunday we had our first snow ball fight. It was so much fun. My son once again pulled me out of my head, into the moment. Standing behind the house, sticking our tongues out…
An alphabetic Ode to Vancouver
Last week I read this great post about An Alphabet of Gratitude. At the time I was planning to write an alphabet of gratitude (or things we like) with my son, however, feeling a wee bit homesick during the last day or so, I came up with an A-Z of things I miss about Vancouver…
I want to send a letter to Oma & Opa!
Last week on the way to daycare my son suddenly started telling me that he wanted to send a letter to Oma and Opa. Now, there would be nothing unusual about this, except that he was talking about my husband’s parents, who have passed away and he never met them. Actually, first he wanted to…
I got myself a job.
Finally. The job search is over. You would think that I would be full of joy and excitement. Well, truth is I am not. I am sort of working myself up to it. Everyone around me is pleased, saying things like that is a great Christmas present or such better news than the weather (really?)…
Sometimes I just want to get hit by a bus
Well, not really. I don’t know about you, but sometimes my mind goes a little crazy. There are these days or weeks where nothing seems to fall into place. I am grating against life, well reality actually, and they are grating against me. And it feels like the only way to stop my mind going…
I love love love writing!
I was chatting with a friend a few days ago talking about moving back here. She had returned about a year ago and described her experience like this: „I was at risk to loose myself completely. I had already lost some parts of myself that are only resurfacing now. I am starting to feel like…
A river runs through it…
The other day I woke up to the fog. All I could see outside the window was some mysterious red glow from the building opposite. After dropping my son off at daycare I felt like going for a walk down at the river, imagining the silence when all sounds get muted by the fog. You know…
mehrlebenskunst. 