Smells like Freedom/So riecht die Freiheit

„Freedom – there are so many songs about it. Something like freedom was for animals. That had nothing to do with me. Or so I thought. […] But suddenly I was free too. Right in this very moment. Everything smelled free. The free night, the free moon, the free grass and the free sky.“ –…

There and back again…

I haven’t checked-in during the last 18 days. So much has happened… I have traveled 10,000 miles, climbed a mountain and lost a friend. I finally understand that my roots are in Germany and my heart, that expansive-space-in-my-chest, will always be on the Pacific West Coast. And I realized that should we decide to move continents…

Day 18: Some days are just the beginning…

Some days or any day Long, drawn out, epic or Short and sweet Fundamentally 24 hours Remembering forever or trying not to be reminded of Sometimes submerged, forgetting everything else around me And then this day once in my lifetime, receiving you, my son… And nothing stayed the same… I love you!

Up up and away

Something shifted. During the Christmas holidays, I finally sat down to put together a script for my first yoga class. The idea is to practice teaching by instructing other yogis that are attending the program with me. Completing ten of these classes on different subjects is a requirement to receive full credits. Well, there were…

Inspirational…

I came across this poem today on Patrick Creelman’s website. I recall a yoga class ages ago when the teacher was reading this to us. The intensity of Whyte’s words strike me just as much today as they did then. I still remember how they made me feel laying there, even though I don’t remember…

Day 8: Grace

I have taken to asking for grace. Often my yoga teachers suggest to ask the universe for what I need to today. And I have taken to asking for grace. Having the grace to let go of things. Having the grace to accept what is. And having the grace to do so with love. I…

I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!

„I’m late! For a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye! I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!“ This is me most mornings when I am trying to get ready for work and my son (instead of understanding my very important adult world) wants to cuddle, read a story and then another one. I…