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And for this year, my wish for each of us is small

And for this year, my wish for each of us is small and very simple.

And it's this.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

- Neil Gaiman, New Year Wish ✨🌃🔮

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Berliner Protokolle, 17. Dezember 2020 19:32 Uhr

Berliner Protokolle, 17. Dezember 2020 19:32 Uhr N. und ich auf unserem täglichen Abendspaziergang durch den Kiez. Man erntet, was man sät!, schallt es plötzlich durch die Dunkelheit. Vor dem Eingang zu der Schrebergartenkolonie Bornholm I stehen zwei Gestalten, eine Frau und ein Mann, höchstwahrscheinlich ein Paar oder vielmehr waren sie es wohl einmal. Als sie uns bemerken, verstummen sie und halten für ein paar Augenblicke inne. N. und ich schleichen schnell an ihnen vorbei. Nach ein paar Minuten hören wir aus sicherer Entfernung ihre Stimmen erneut durch die Stille der Nacht.

Auf dem Rückweg stehen sie immer noch da. N. und ich schauen uns an und murmeln beide gleichzeitig, ganz leise: Man erntet, was man sät! Und dann: Ditt is Berlin! Dabei werfen wir uns einen bedeutungsschweren Blick zu, gefolgt von einem Lächeln. Dankbar schiebe ich meine Hand in seine und wir stampfen durch die Nacht nach Hause.✨🌱🦊

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I came to explore the wreck. The words are purpose

I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed.

The thing I came for:
The wreck and not the story of the wreck.
The thing itself and not the myth.
The drowned face always staring
toward the sun.
The evidence of damage
worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty.
The ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.

This is the place.
And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body.
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold.
I am she: I am he.

- Adrienne Rich, Diving Into The Wreck 🧜🏼‍♀️

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Now that the Christmas tree is all set up and the

Now that the Christmas tree is all set up and the parcels have been sent out early, there's not much else to do this holiday season besides going into lockdown again, staying home all day, reading some books and watching Netflix, trying hard not to go insane. This is my 10th Christmas season in Berlin and each year I have to think of my worst Christmas ever.

It was the year before I moved back to Berlin, when I was living in Sydney, recently out of a relationship and all alone because most of my friends had left Australia for their home countries. For the first time in my life I didn't put up some Christmas decoration, let alone buy a Christmas tree. It was the year I worked at the lingerie (!!!) department of Myers on Park St with shifts on Christmas Eve and on Boxing Day, wrapping an insane amount of bras and undies and smiling at hurried customers. All I wanted was to just forget about the holidays.

I remember leaving work early on Christmas Eve. Most of my co-workers were in a festive mood, wearing silly Santa hats and golden starclips in their hair, some skipping off to enjoy the long weekend with their families and friends. In the dark I walked slowly through the Sydney's CBD and all the way over to Hyde Park, the streets almost empty with Christmas decorations sparkling from trees and lanterns. I remember stopping at the Archibald fountain, feeling so completely unattached and alone. Later that night I stood at the small park at the top of Potts Point, overlooking Wooloomooloo Bay with the white and blue wharft buildings. I was close to the marina and I could hear the sailing masts tinkling in the soft breeze and voices waving over from the buildings below. It was one of those quiet, solemn Sydney nights and I'll never forget how empty and worthless I felt. I was no one's most important person. Finally home I took a hot bath and then curled up into my bed in my tiny apartment on Macleay St. On Christmas morning I woke early and went for a long run in the Royal Botanic Gardens, watching the garbage birds aka Australian White Ibis with their long, black downcurved bills fishing for leftovers inside the garbage bins. (continued in comments below)

DECEMBER With November finally done for this year

DECEMBER With November finally done for this year I feel so much lighter. For some reason this had been the strangest month of the year. Another lockdown, this time with cool, crisp mornings and the dark, early nightfall days of fall. I had a hard time writing here - or writing at all - not because I don't have things to say. I do, I do. But because there were so many things and thoughts drifting through my mind, so quick and unsturdy, hard to catch or keep track off. I have felt so much and my body responded in so many ways. On some days I lay awake for hours on end. On others I have been filled with so much energy and grateful for so many good things happening this year (despite Covid).

For December, all I want is to be to here, now, to be present and attend to this slow turn, being able to feel the shift from 2020 into the new year. I want to cross things off my list every day, doing less, pause often and to give myself time and space to be gentle with myself. So bring on December with all the glitz and glitter✨🌲🎇

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OTHERWISE I got out of bed on two strong legs. It

OTHERWISE
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Jane Kenyon, "Otherwise," from Collected Poems.🍑✨📝

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PAUSE That Saturday two weeks ago when Harris cal

PAUSE That Saturday two weeks ago when Harris called Biden in the middle of her morning run to tell him "We did it Joe! We did it!", when @vanjones68 let his tears flow and told the world that "(t)elling the truth matters. Being a good person matters," when Donald couldn't stop shouting from his Twitterfeed that he WON BY A LOT. That was the day where for the first time in a long time I've felt joy and relief and somehow strangely back alive.

For the past few weeks my body has been tense and somehow weightless, my nights were cut through by a brevity of sleep, interrupted by strange dreams and that state of being in between watching myself from afar, dreaming, drowning, slowly awakening.

Now it feels like I am coming back home from a long trip, like I've been wading through the deep sludge for days on end.

During that time most of my plants on my kitchen shelf died. My to-do-list grew longer each day and each time I sat down to write the clock kept tick-tick-ticking faster and louder in the background. Somehow I couldn't think another thing. I couldn't string together another sentence, let alone put down a word. The more I tried, the harder it felt.

There's nothing like a good surrender. Giving in, not giving up. Taking a pause from it all, rest for a while. Taking long walks, binge watching, being still and letting your thoughts drift away, become quiet.

My writing mentor Susanna said today that writing well means resting well. And it's true. First thing we all have to do, especially in the midst of a pandemic, is taking good care of ourselves. And that means that we should all hit pause from time to time.🍁✨🌿

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FACE THE LIGHT Everything slows down again. Every

FACE THE LIGHT Everything slows down again. Everywhere I can see the signs: The pubs around the corner closing early, the streets getting more quiet and even the golden leaves seem to have dropped their golden glimmer. These are the last days before the second lockdown, this is the calm before the storm.

This morning on my morning walk through the Kiez I thought about the whole COVID-19 crisis. As much as we need to care about rising numbers and maintain the general restrictions to hold up the virus, I think it would be nice to also 'spread' some positive Vibes on how to cope well with all this. The isolation, the masks, the social distance, the big, great unknown.

Instead of only sourcing the news for the latest facts and figures I think we all should also do a little more of this:

Do something nice for yourself, every damn day. Treat yourself, take a nice, long bath, listen to your favorite music, read good things.
Support your local: Get a coffee and croissant from your favorite café @cafekraft #gönndir @ohhhmhhh
Go for a walk and listen to the sounds of nature.
Keep your distance, but smile at strangers. Do so, even if wearing a mask.
Allow yourself to rest, to process it all.
Make something every day - bake, write, cook, paint - and marvel at the outcome.

You can do this again, we all can. And perhaps, even here, you can find something good and face the light.🥐✨☕

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Fall 2020 Fall, my favorite season, is in full sw

Fall 2020 Fall, my favorite season, is in full swing now. With a hint of Indian summer the leaves have turned into flakes of gold and ginger, some auburn, too. Once again the world turns and shifts under the weight of Corona virus, presidential elections and the big unknown of what else this 2020 might bring along.

For the past few months I had this great yearning for a pause from it all. As an introvert I sometimes feel too much of everything, especially then, in the beginning of the pandemic, and now, within riding the second wave, too.

Too much of rising Covid-19 cases and people not following restrictions and doing their part of flattening the curve. Too much of changing the known ways once again and giving in to forces outside of everyone's control. Too much of hurt and violent outbursts. Too much of the latest self-care practices and things to watch, to read and to do. Too much of other people's stories and struggles.Too much of everyone else but me.

And so I did press the pause button for a little while. No more feeds and posts and show reels. No more news about annoying, careless, petty people. No more pretty pictures, filtered faces and perfectly curated lives pitted against mine.

As I got all quiet, I could hear that little voice inside of me again that had started to ebb away under the weight of all else. Being away brought me space to feel my feelings, to listen to my needs and to make some meaning out of all this. This is a reminder of this strange new life we are living now, once again, maybe for a little unknown while longer. A valuable lesson I learnt: Instead of listening hard and constantly watching the chaos around me unfold, it does me much more good to become soft and turn inwards.

Restore. Rest. Repeat.

Since March it's hard to find a path through this strange new normal. No one knows what tomorrow will bring. I am here now. Not loud, but silently evolving and growing in my own pace, trying to navigate my way through these strange times 🍃🍁🌿🍂✨
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NO WORDS | Life these days feels portentous. Just

NO WORDS | Life these days feels portentous. Just as the world slowly, carefully steps out of quarantine and navigates its way into the new normal, our lives are shaken all over again. More suffering, more loss. Another sad, injustice incident has seemingly collided with each step we take forward, and when I step back for a moment, in hopes of glimpsing the bigger picture, I simply cannot comprehend its full extent. With the global pandemic in full swing and local restrictions slowly easing up there was so much hope for a better world with more love, more togetherness, more thoughtfulness---for each other, for the environment, for the whole world. All this is gone now. History repeated, another life gone.
Just as I've been slowly crawling out of my quiet cocoon this week, my heart feels so heavy and hurt again, and low on hope. When I read the news, words flicker across the paper: White privilege. Race. Supremacy. What is wrong with this world? There are still so many things that I simply don't understand. When will we ever learn, let alone change? EVERY. SINGLE. LIFE. MATTERS. We are all humans. We might look differently, but we are ALL the same. Why is it so f... hard to accept this and live peacefully together without hurting each other? In the end it all comes down to if we've done love and if we've been loved in return. It's love and kindness that matter most, not the colour of someone's skin.
When I watch the news, I see so much anger, fear, rage, shame, grief and hurt flickering back from the screen. And all I can think is this: Stop racism, stop it now. Speak up, be loud because it's not enough until it finally ends. And hold each other tight, be kind and thoughtful and help each other heal, eventually. 🙏🏻✨😢
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FAST CAR | You got a fast car I want a ticket to a

FAST CAR | You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself I got nothing to prove
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MEMORIES | Sometimes I think about how we are goin

MEMORIES | Sometimes I think about how we are going to remember anything that has happened in those past few weeks. All these days spent inside, the lockdown, the easing up and its aftermath. Sure, everyone will persevere these moments differently, and most details will most probably fade with time. What I do remember--- the deep blue skies and sunny days, the hours I spent on the balcony watching the quiet neighbourhood below. I'll remember all the WhatsApp groups and hangouts and the tiredness I felt from typing a lot and talking too much. I'll remember the phonecalls with my granny, her stories from the war and the advice to always stick to dancing it out, the good and the bad. I'll remember all the DIY projects---the bike, the flowers, the writing, the loaves of freshly baked bread. I'll remember the quiet morning runs and slow-paced evening walks, the empty parks and locked down playgrounds. I'll remember the deep sleeps and sometimes the strange dreams of far away places and lost people that all came back to me in strange ways. I'll remember the blooming friendships and the reaching outs, the closeness found within the kept distance. And lastly, I'll remember these long quiet days, the counting of all my blessings and the heartfelt gratitude and the growing awareness of all things that matter most. 🙏🏻✨🌾 ___

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BLUR | Last night I've been in and out of thick, s

BLUR | Last night I've been in and out of thick, strange dreams. I dreamed of far off places and long lost people, some of whom I haven't seen in years. Throughout the day my head has been numbed with these strange dream constellations and I felt like only being half there all day. With all the easing up I can feel some changes coming. The weather has been different the past few days. A pastel grey streaked with clouds instead of blue skies and sunny days. Somehow I still can't believe all this is real. The past few weeks have been a blur of days, each of them spent the same way, of new rhythms and a strange new acceptance of things. Moving into the next chapter of quarantine 'light' I am taking it easy and slow, one step at a time.

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NOT READY | It's Thurday afternoon or day 123456 i

NOT READY | It's Thurday afternoon or day 123456 in quarantine. The doors are open wide to the balcony and I can smell the faint scent of washed fabric wafting through the air.

It's been tough getting back into my routine this week. The long weekend and the rainy Monday really managed to take me out of my life for a while. After only a few days of sleeping a little longer and Netflix and afternoons spent on the couch and going outside some more I felt truly washed clean of my normal routine.

But I am glad to come back to the familiar, to the early morning run and doing yoga, the writing and working on new projects, the cooking and making bread. With things easing and opening up outside I have to admit that I do not feel really for all this, at least not yet. In the beginning, it took a while to get used to my little cocoon, but now I am not ready to go back to the old known 'normal' with walking through crowds and hectic mornings.

The long, quiet mornings, the freckles on my face and the softly filtering memories of sunny breaks on the balcony and freshly backed bread have made it difficult to ease back into things. I am just not ready to give up the calm. Not yet.

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BEGIN | Begin again to the summoning birds to the

BEGIN | Begin again to the summoning birds
to the sight of the light at the window,
begin to the roar of morning traffic all along Pembroke Road.
Every beginning is a promise born in light and dying in dark
determination and exaltation of springtime
flowering the way to work.
Begin to the pageant of queuing girls
the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal
bridges linking the past and future
old friends passing though with us still.
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end
since it perhaps is what makes us begin,
begin to wonder at unknown faces
at crying birds in the sudden rain
at branches stark in the willing sunlight
at seagulls foraging for bread
at couples sharing a sunny secret
alone together while making good.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion insists that we forever begin. — From The Essential Brendan Kennelly
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LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER | For a long time I cou

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER | For a long time I couldn’t say that about me and her. Especially during my teenage years being close to her seemed impossible. As much as I wanted to drown my confusion and self consciousness in her warm embrace, I wanted nothing more than to escape and stretch away from her as far as I possibly could. I wanted to find my own place in the world without her choosing it for me.

Lately, it’s in her absence that I find her again. It's those small, banal things that give me pause. My hands are likes hers, small and delicate with fine, deep lines. I see her in that summer dress that now is mine and in the lines around my mouth when my lips begin to curl into a laugh. Like mother, like daughter, I quietly think.
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QUIET DAYS | It's a rainy Monday morning in Berlin

QUIET DAYS | It's a rainy Monday morning in Berlin and the garbage trucks are roaring outside, while the cars are hissing up and down the wet concrete.
It's the first day in this strange, new world that I haven't been outside. I haven't done my morning run. I haven't sat on the balcony in the sun. I haven't gone for walk in the late afternoon.

The day has been slow and quiet and I have been tired all day. I've done some writing and finished reading a book. I've sorted through some old photographs. I've baked a walnut loaf and the whole apartment smells of freshly baked bread. I kinda like these soft, quiet days, where morning blends effortless into an endless afternoon and then turns into an early, peaceful night. 🌧️
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OUT THERE | It's a public holiday today and I deci

OUT THERE | It's a public holiday today and I decided to take the long weekend off. Just long, lazy breakfasts with second coffees and books and magazines I've been wanting to read for a long time, maybe some bike rides through Berlin and some slow walks through the neighbourhood, hopefully a lot of time spend outside in the sun, being close to nature. It will be nice to be out there in this world, carefully climbing my way out of this weeklong isolation. 🦊🌾🚶🏼‍♀️
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INWARD | It's been a strangely quiet sort of week.

INWARD | It's been a strangely quiet sort of week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, the days have softly moved into each other without much difference to the one before.
I haven't been sad, just overall contemplative and turned inward.

I've been writing all week, have written an incredible amount of words for a new, exciting project. This new rhythm of life serves me well, it feels like I'm really hitting my stride with it. I know where it's going, where I want it to go and where I want to be in the end. I'm a little worried about the future though, but I devised a plan B for myself. There are always some options I tell myself. And most importantly, I baked my very first bread, a whole sourdough loaf! So far this has been the highlight of my week, such a satisfying thing to do. Writing, baking, watching the days go by and turn into a long weekend and then a whole new week ahead. That's all. 🌷🍞📝
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THE BELL JAR | "I felt my lungs inflate with the o

THE BELL JAR | "I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'"
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar🎐
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THE ART OF BAKING | Last night I woke up almost ev

THE ART OF BAKING | Last night I woke up almost every hour, slightly opening my eyes to take in the soft edges of the night. I lay curled against my pillows, still half asleep with the strangest images and blurred memories drifting by, not wanting to give in to the new day ahead. It's a full moon coming up and maybe it's true that the lunar cycle moves us somehow in some strange ways, too.

Now it's a late Tuesday afternoon and I am standing on the balcony, leaning against the banister with my favourite blend of peppermint tea. All day I've had this burst of energy, never resting, always moving things around. I made pasta and backed a rye sourdough loaf, my very first. And now the whole apartment smells of freshly baked bread and my stomach rumbles and it's time to make dinner. Another day gone by and I am once again so content and full to be at home. ✨🍞🙏🏻
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THIS PLACE | This place where I reside these days,

THIS PLACE | This place where I reside these days, in my head and my heart, is different from the one I've dwelt in for so long. There's a lot more quietness. And more presence. A lot more possibility and direction, too. Despite all the things happening and all the big unknown that still lies ahead, the world seems good and open and I want to be a part of it; I want to be in it.

For a long time I've been kind of bracing myself against my life and all the things possible for me. Never wanting too much, always quietly obeying to certain rules or following the status quo. In a lot of ways I did everything possible to keep myself from moving forward, from doing things my way. I hid in wrong opportunities and jobs I thought would be good for me and look great on my CV. I let damaged people tell me what to do or what not to do. I think I'm done with that. With all of it. I don't even have the time or the energy to mourn for all the things I lost on all these incidents that turned out to be not doing me any good. 'Lost' might be the wrong impression. In a way those incidents served me well and turned out to be valuable life lessons on how to live well. They taught me about all that I don't want in my life and they helped me see the things that truely made me feel good. Right now, in this very moment, the only thing I want is to move forward, not looking backward to lost chances or opportunities outplayed. 🌈🤸🏼‍♀️✨
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NEW WAYS | This strange, new world with its solitu

NEW WAYS | This strange, new world with its solitude and introspection, with its cut backs and stay-at-home times.

Each day I try to live a little beyond of what I thought I could (allow myself to) do. I take my time for doing the things I love. I run, I do some yoga. I write. I take moments to be still.
These days it feels like I've come to live more deeply with an incredible understanding of how precious each moment is. I am more present. I am more grateful. I am more aware of myself that I have been in years. Before all this happened I was in awe and maybe a little envious of people who would just do whatever they wanted. And now I am actually doing the same.

There's so much more to life than work and fulfilling expectations and trying to have it all. Beneath this constant stream of doing things and going places I can now actually see the sparkles in the sun and how these few quiet, inward moments already helped me heal.

These days I can see myself stretching and changing in so many new ways. There's so much light and tiny, beautiful things in the benign of everyday.

This morning my grandma said that life will go on because that's what life always does. Even this strange, confined life we are all living now, with all its ups and downs. On some days it surely is hard enough to live through all of it and feel all the feelings. On others it's easier to lean in and stretch further, change and grow with its tides. ✨🌊☄️
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THE JOURNEY | One day you finally knew what you ha

THE JOURNEY | One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
✨🧳🌅
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A YEAR AGO | It's wonderfully cool and windy today

A YEAR AGO | It's wonderfully cool and windy today. From above, the whole world looks so quiet and still, a few silver clouds slowly dancing across the grey sky, my little home warm and cozy.

Standing there, high up on the balcony as I usually do these days, I thought about this time last year. I thought about how different my life looked then. I'm in an entirely different place now. In almost every way I'm so much better than I was a year ago. Despite #quarantinelife I am doing okay and I know we'll all be somehow, some day.
Listening to the wind whipping around the corners of the house, a few rain drops drumming against the windows, I just stood there, hoping that next year this time I will say the same thing that I do now. That I am better and stronger in every possible way. And I am wishing the same for you, too. ✨🙏🏻🍃 ___

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FORWARD | As I woke up this morning, I lay in the

FORWARD | As I woke up this morning, I lay in the dark, warm under the covers, listening to the sounds of the city outside coming alive. The birds' song that seemed louder than ever before, the screeching of the tram, the noise of cars driving by. It's been five weeks living like this. These days life is happening mostly inside and it's most likely not the end of it. This has become a new reality: staying at home. Ordering groceries and other things online. Browsing Netflix and Prime, for the latest, getting a free trial for Sky and HBO, just because. Discussing the best fabric for making face masks. Going outside wearing those masks, feeling strange and foreign in the neighbourhood. Practicing social distancing, avoiding people, moving around with care. Doing the same every day, again and again. And then forgetting what day of the week it has been.

As I lay in the dark, listening to the sounds of my little world come alive, it seemed impossible that everything had changed. A few weeks ago my life had a different rhythm, other things mattered. I was doing things differently and chose different ways. This is the way we live now. There is no going back, only thrusting forward, deeper into the unknown. ✨🌌🔭
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MORNING SONG | I slip out from beneath the covers,

MORNING SONG | I slip out from beneath the covers, unlock the doors to the balcony, stepping out gingerly in my bare feet, the soft breeze lifting the loose strands of my hair. The sky is a bright indigo with a soft tint of pink at its edges, fluff white clouds rushing across its depths. The branches of the big Oak tree whip back and forth against the banister. Orange, yellow, blue, I can see the Turkish deli at the corner putting the fruit and veggie boxes out on display, ready to start a new day.
I scurry back inside and sit down on my Yoga mat. I reach my arms up high and then to the side. I do Sufi grinds and then move through a variety of poses. After I am done, I pull my knees to my chest, my hair loose against my back. In Savasana, I listened to my breath against the bone, the wind catching up outside, the sound of the tram breaking into the silence of the new day. I'm catching my mind humming out 'Miss Misery' by Elliott Smith. I allow myself to be heavy and sink further into the mat. As I am letting go I am #grateful to be home. ✨🧘🏼‍♀️🎶 ___

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BEGIN AGAIN | At the beginning there was nothing

BEGIN AGAIN |
At the beginning
there was nothing
but love and stardust.
My hearts yearns to begin again.✨
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IMPERMANENCE | In this life you'll come across man

IMPERMANENCE | In this life you'll come across many things. You will laugh and you will grieve hard. You will dance and you will be curling yourself into a ball. You will be lost and you will find yourself in unexpected places. You will be scared and you will be doings things anyway.
As the landscape of your days is changing, so are you. And this is a good thing. Because change can be the call to growth and to becoming that person that you are destined to be in this great, big impermanence of life. 🍃🌱🌳 ___

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ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES | There is something I've be

ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES | There is something I've been thinking about a lot lately. This idea of what we tell ourselves about these strange, new ways of living in a crisis; of the stories we carry on the outside, of the stories we keep hidden on the inside. And then, the myth we create, about what happened, how it happened, why it happened, what it means and what all this does to us.

I've been thinking about the story I tell myself right now, about this strange corona season. The story I am still creating to help myself understand who I am in this new, unexplored context. And in a lot of ways it truly has become a strange, far away fantasy, a strange tale of blue skies and sunny days and a virus that keeps the whole world at bay. A story about the way we live now in quarantine with face masks and social distancing, a story of survival through a tangle of medical reports and scientific advise and horrific headlines and death toll numbers and too-soon conclusions about a possible ending of this big unknown. And how this thing, this telling of a story to yourself in times like these, is so necessary to survive and to stay sane and to make sense of this strange new world right now. Even though there are a lot of dramatic twists and turns in this story, there are also tiny, beautiful things that need to be woven into the plot.

I will forever remember these days for deep blue skies and sunny days, waking up to serene bird's song in the morning, long phonecalls with my grandma who is 89, balcony sessions with good books and new music, paperbags of groceries delivered at the doorsteps, days moving slowly into each other, more words put down on paper than ever before, the sweet longing for going places and seeing dear people again.

All those bright, beautiful places still exist to see us through these strange corona times, to help us step over the big and scary bits, to make us pause and keep our hopes up high. 🌈✨🌅 ___

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GRATEFUL | When everything's wrong When I can't f

GRATEFUL | When everything's wrong
When I can't find my song When darkness is all I see There is a remedy It's all the little things that make the world go round
It's all the little things that are almost powerful
There's no politician, no sky too dark
No one, no one can take the love from my heart
The sun gonna shine
And in this heart of mine
The sun gonna shine
And in this heart of mine
The sun gonna shine, ooh ooh, it's true 'Cause I can always be grateful ✨🙏🏻🌅
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ALONE TOGETHER | Early evening walk through Berlin

ALONE TOGETHER | Early evening walk through Berlin. The sun is slowly decending, setting down its light like an old woman taking deliberate, limbing steps. A few people are out, some shying through the streets with self-made masks, others walking in the midst of the pavement, not giving way to passerbys coming their way. A few kids have climbed the fence and now play chess amidst the shutdown playground. Old friends meet on benches, their jute bags filled with beer from the Späti around the corner.

On the back of the Koppe, an old coal dealer, now a shutdown bar, some kids have written down how they perceive the Corona crisis. "My mom works at the supermarket and I have to take care of my younger siblings," says Julius. "There's only one PC in my family and all the libraries have closed," explains Sophia. "Since lockdown, my father drinks more and is more aggressive than ever...," says Tobias. "Uncertainty increases my exam anxiety," admits Matthias. "For years I have suffered from depression. At the moment, I cannot continue with my therapy," writes Line.

On the small footbridge crossing the train tracks of the S-Bahn Ring, a small crowd has gathered, listening to the music coming from the run down backyards. Someone has placed a sign in a dog waste bag, saying "Dodgy dealings." All you need is love, love, love is all you need. ✨🏙️♥️
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WILD GEESE | You do not have to be good. You do no

WILD GEESE | You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things. ✨🦆🌅
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AFFIRMATION | For a long time I have been defining

AFFIRMATION | For a long time I have been defining myself through the grades I got, the jobs I scored and the way I looked. Only a pass, an average or even a miss would push me over the edge. I made myself work harder, pushed myself further. I was careful what I ate, I worked out more. Often I got what I thought would make me happy, only to realise that it didn't. Coming first place and graduating with merit didn't make me a better or a happier person. It made me feel nothing, only trying harder and reaching for the next big thing.

The good thing about getting older is that you stop defining yourself in the absence of things. Even though I still don't have that house by the sea, I still don't have that job I would die for, I still haven't written that book or being published in the New York Times, I still don't know how to be a proper adult with kids and playground dates, I feel more myself than I have in years.

There are so many ways we can be: Tall, small, big, skinny, afraid, brave, scared, happy, sad, failing, successful, beautiful, average. And that's okay. We don't have to be perfect. All we have to be is okay with the way we are. Nothing else matters. Because if we like who we are, we don't care about what others say or expect us to do.

Living in Cambodia taught me one thing: it's not important what you have, but what you give. In the end it's not about that job promotion or that outfit you wear. In the end it's about how kind you've been, if you've done love and loved what you did.

If I have to say who I am today I'd say this: I am the one who comforts others with books and music. I am the one who is still learning and making mistakes. I am the one who is writing to make sense of the world. I am the one who is still dreaming, still believing. I am the one who falls down, but gets up quickly. I am the one who chooses her freedom and happiness over playing it safe. I am who I am. And that's good enough. #Selflove is everything.
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SELF-LOVE | In times like these I long for these e

SELF-LOVE | In times like these I long for these endless spring nights, where deep blues skies take a long time before darkness falls. I long for being outside and not shying away from strangers and keeping a safe distance from friends. I long for the mundane, every day life, where each day of the week goes by in its own way.

So much has changed over the past few weeks. There are rules and restrictions in place and the known order of things has somehow disappeared. Days feel so much alike and it's hard to tell what day of the week just went by.
To survive this strange, new situation self-love is more important than ever. Be kind, be patient, be gentle with yourself. Be the best friend you need right now. This is hard for everyone. But good things are still happening. The birds are still singing. The days are still filled with clear, blue skies and the golden light of the late afternoon sun. There are still a lot of great books to read (Blood by @1allisonmoorer, Inheritance by @daniwriter, Modern Love @nytimes) and podcasts to listen to. There are so many movies to watch (Tiger King @netflixde, Togetherness @hbo, @nbcthisisus). And there's still a ton of damn fine music to be discovered and played aloud, too (@_fake_nudes_, @jewel, @maggierogers). It's spring outside and blossoms are everywhere. The world moves to a slower pace and maybe we can try to do this as well. Quarantine days can be long and lonely, but they also hold a lot of opportunity for change, for slowing down, for growth; there's still so much to learn and to lean forwards to. Hold on steady, breathe hard, be patient. Self-love is everything. ✨🧘🏼‍♀️💕
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SWEAT | Each day I get up early. Still sleepy I sl

TRUTH | Truth is: being in this strange situation

TRUTH | Truth is: being in this strange situation is hard. Being put on hold and not knowing what comes next is hard. Being away from the people we love is hard.
A side of myself that I feel like I cannot show is that sometimes I don't know the answer. I don't know where to go from here. I don't know what my life - or rather our lives - will look like in a few days, weeks or months. I don't know if my dreams will still be the same, if the choices I just made will still serve me well.

Then again, how can I possibly know the answers to all this? In a way life right now feels like it has been put on hold, as if someone has pressed the snooze button. What is there left to do? All the things I used to do some weeks ago are now so far away, some even impossible. I take to my grandma yesterday on the phone and she told me: "You can still dance, even if if the world goes down." She's been right so many times and I am trusting that she got this, too.

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MEDITATION | Yoga is my meditation. The moment I c

MEDITATION | Yoga is my meditation. The moment I close my eyes and let my body sink into the mat, the moment I leave the world be and the day behind, I focus on my breath. Inhale, exhale. I follow the way my breath floated through my body. Inhale, exhale. One hand placed on my lower belly, the other one above the heart. A thought comes, then another. I let them both drift away, gently breathing against it, stirring my thoughts towards my breath again. Inhale, exhale.

The peace I feel after my body twisted and turned, that soft, quiet spot inside of me that comes forward during Shavasana. The even fall and rise of my chest, my thoughts following my breath, only following my breath. A peaceful silence, inside out.

Often, the confusion I feel or one particularly persisting thought isn't entirely gone, but still, after a Yoga session it feels better. I feel a lot lighter. I feel better about myself. I feel like Yoga helps me to connect with my body and silence my mind, it's a way of bringing these two together. It's a way of being myself, it's a way of being just me out there in the World.

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RELEASE | I would feel a lot lighter if I let go o

RELEASE | I would feel a lot lighter if I let go of all expectations, do more of the things I love and only follow my instincts instead of doing what everyone else does or wants me to do.

In this version of my life there would be more yoga, more running, more time to breathe, more writing, more time doing nothing at all, more bubble baths, more time spend in nature, more sleep ins.
Most of the time I feel okay, I am good at pushing things away. I can take a lot of wrong turns before I finally had enough. I know these past few weeks have been one-of-a-kind and probably will be for a little longer. So far each day has moved into another and towards a place where I have been able to breathe a little easier, where I have felt more okay. Because I have dropped expectations and listened to what I need right now. I don't need extra work, I don't need people who don't see that this situation is special and that the same things just doesn't come first anymore. Letting go is hard, but it's so wonderfully worth it. 🧘🏼‍♀️✨🙏🏻 ___

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PRAYER | I hope that the coming months will be fil

PRAYER | I hope that the coming months will be filled with lots of hope and new dreams, with a willingness to see light at the end of the unknown. I hope that we all find ways to seek beauty and surround ourselves with love and light and all those sparkly, silly things that do us good. I hope that everyone finds some peace and quiet to read some wonderful books and dance to some damn fine tunes. I hope that we allow ourselves to just sit still and just be, to listen to the birds and sit in the sun and to see all these tiny, beautiful things we still got. I hope that we reach out to each other, that we lean in and hold each other tight, that we encourage each other and surprise ourselves with lovely little things. I hope that we all find enough time to make some art, that we write and sing and draw our hearts out and bring our lights into the world. And I hope that, at one point, we are bold enough to face our fears and have the courage to do it anyway, that we dare greatly and lean across the sky to reach out for our wildest dreams.

And I hope that some day, somehow we look back at these strange times at a catalyst for change and all the good things coming - more kindness, more love, more togetherness. In the end, all I want for us is to say that we've done art and love and that we've been kind. That's all. ✨🙏🏻🌅
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TREAT | A challenge that keeps repeating in my lif

TREAT | A challenge that keeps repeating in my life is being kind to myself. It's week four at home and the good news is that I've made some progress in that matter.

For weeks I've now had time to practiced to be kind to myself. Each morning I wake early and slip out into another day. I go for a run when most of the world is still fast asleep. I do some yoga afterwards and then sit for a few minutes quietly on the balcony, soaking up the warm morning sun.

Later, I sit down to write for hours on end. Clear and focused I let my fingers run over the keys, the steady sound the only thing I hear. Time moves quickly and then the clock has already moved past midday.

Another thing I've come to learn in the process: Each day I nourish my body by cooking and soothing myself in this strange culinary sort of way. Carefully chopping the veggies, slowly heating the pan. With deliberation I prepare each dish. I've tried new recipes and gone almost vegan (except Fetta and Parmesan cheese). Most afternoons I sit outside on the balcony, watching the small, slow world below. Less cars coming and going, the trams almost empty, only a handful people at a time. Sometimes I pick up a book and read a few pages. As the days go by it gets better, the watching, the reading, the sitting.

Some nights I pour myself a bubble bath, listening to podcasts or just watching the foam dissolve into water. Then some @Netflix, no more news. Each night I sink into my pillow and drift into a deep, healing sleep. If any good is coming out of this, it's this: the slowing down, the calm, soothing silence finally settling in, accepting moving towards the unknown. ✨📔🌈 ___

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JOURNAL | When I was a little I had a couple of jo

JOURNAL | When I was a little I had a couple of journals. Instead of writing down my thoughts and sharing my inner world, I used them for telling my stories. I invented stories about adventures and friendships like the ones I had read in Enid Blyton's Fabulous Five. I told stories about horses and guinea pigs and kangaroos, too. And I wrote down stories I had heard from my grandfather.

My grandfather had been journalling most of his life. When he passed away, he left three cardboardboxes full of his journals. Small pocket sized journals, larger ones with his initials engraved at the front cover, most of them a promotional gift he had received as a physician from pharmaceutical sales reps. My grandfather was almost blind in the end and still he kept a journal. His handwriting had always been loopy and hard to read. Often, I've tried and after just a few minutes I had to put them away. It was just too hard to read and I was just too impatient to make out his scrawling.
These days I've tried a little harder and sat down a little longer. It's strange how much of his notes resonate with the life we currently live today. In one of his journal he writes about those desperate days during the war and he talks about missing his parents and his love. In another one he writes about the very first influenca immunisation of 1942 and how beautiful those small, banal things like blue skies and long spring nights can be. Through the pages of his journals I can see the young man he had been during those desperate times. And I get a sense of what had gotten him through: holding on to #poetry, #books and #music, paying attention to tiny, beautiful things like watching birds in open flight and looking up to blue skies. And, above all, believing that better times would come up soon. 🌈🌅✨ ___

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FRIENDSHIP | These strange quarantine days. I'm si

FRIENDSHIP | These strange quarantine days. I'm sitting on the balcony again. It's warm outside and the sky is filled with big, blustery clouds. The air smells of blossoms and spring is coming up soon. I realize that I had forgotten about the force of spring and those endlessly sunny days. And how it elates us with hope and strength and possibility.

What would I do if I wouldn't sit here by myself? I would possibly catch up with P. who lives just around the corner. We would walk through the hood and talk life and everything that comes with it. On a sunny day I would maybe eat some icecream and do Yoga in the park with N. who also just lives a short distance away. All this doesn't feel safe anymore.

Some of my friends are scattered around the world. Sweden, Australia, Switzerland, China. I don't see them very often. We are used to WhatsApp messages, Skype calls and Google Hangouts. We know how to reach across the sky and bridge the distance. We are experts in making that long distance thing work. And still, this feels strangely different. Corona seems like it has somehow doubled the distance, closing boarders and cutting through pathways.
I tell myself that we just have to be more patient, hang out a little longer and practice to keep our distance. I tell myself that we'll get through this, that we are all in this together. Truth is that this social distancing thing is sometimes so hard and heartbreaking. Then again, its good to know you've got friends waiting for this to be over, for days when we can finally see each other again and hug and laugh and be carefree 🌈👯‍♂️✨ ___

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DREAMS | Most days I push myself to be better than $DREAMS | Most days I push myself to be better than perfect. I do yoga every day and when I finally find my breath again and connect with that small, silent space within I see a fraction of the person I want to be: Away from perfect, free and at ease with myself. Running and writing often do the same. Both move me toward a place where I'll be able to feel a little better, a little lighter than before. I know that no one's life is perfect all the time, that instead all our lives are built up of a series of these beautiful, aching, wonderful, terrible, terrific, tragic, awesome, heartbreaking and humble human experiences. No matter what kind of moment you'll find yourself in, one thing will always get you through: dreaming big, stretching out further and reaching out for the stars ⭐✨🌟 ___ #30daysofspace #dreams #dreambig #storiesitelltostrangers #yogagirlcommunity #makingspace #frompanictopeace #youarenotalone #yogaeverydamnday #corona #staythefuckhome #stayhome #stayhomestaysocial @yogagirlofficial$

ACTS OF KINDNESS | It's a glorious Monday today wi

ACTS OF KINDNESS | It's a glorious Monday today with deep blue skies, white fluffy clouds scuffing across the sky, my balcony showered in warm, cozy light. What I am grateful for: all these small, beautiful things that matter right now. Talking to shop assistants, saying thank you to them again and again. Standing on the balcony, clapping for hospital staff and all the other important services. Smiling at random strangers, offering help on the noticeboard in the hallway. Still supporting local businesses, getting take aways and gift vouchers. Writing postcards and WhatsApp msgs, asking if everyone is okay. Caring, sharing and supporting each other, these are those random acts of kindness that matter the most✨🌅☀️
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CHALLENGE | I know these weeks, most possible mont

CHALLENGE | I know these weeks, most possible months, are one-of-a-kind, that each day holds another challenging moment. Even though some days might be hard, they also offer a lot of beautiful chances: new ways to connect, another possibility to do business, a new means of getting to know who you really are and what really matters to you.

A challenge I am facing right now: letting go of old ways and making space for something new. I tell myself that everything just needs some time and that this is not permanent. What it feels like: hard, uncomfortable, almost impossible. Then again, I also know that acceptance is one way of getting through it all 🧘🏼‍♀️✨✊🏼 ___

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PROJECT | For the past few days this strange, new

NATURE | Despite all these strange things happenin

NATURE | Despite all these strange things happening right now, I can still do most of the things that make me happy and sparkly. Go for a run. Do #Yoga. Catch up with friends (online). #Write. Be silly with my boy. Water my plants. Cook. Working on going all #vegan (..but the cheese🧀🤷🏼‍♀️) Now staying home for most of the days I realise that it's probably one of my strongest tendencwies: writing to process all things I do not understand, writing to figure out where to head next, #writing to make sense of this strange, new world. I simply feel purposeful when I write, I've been doing it for years. When I was little I grew up in this small village. Winters often felt long and lonely and summers were full of adventures in that old castle and running free in the forest. What I did not matter what was to write. Almost every damn day. I had those thin exercise books you only use at primary school. I spent long afternoons inventing things and drawing pictures to the stories I ended up writing. Sometimes I got really mad because I misspelled a word or because my handwriting was too loopy and the letters would leave the line.
I went on like this for years, imaging, writing and editing. I've refined the process a bit over the years, reducing the madness and swapping the excercise books for laptops, Google notes and a MacBook. These days I'm still typing away and it somehow still makes any heart sing 📔♥️📝 ___

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PROCESS | The emotion that is hardest for me to pr

PROCESS | The emotion that is hardest for me to process is fear. I am wide awake by 3 am. In the dark I make myself as small as possible. I curl myself around the anxiety, hoping the wave will wash over me if I am barely there. It's like I am amidst a deep blue lake. There is no surface I can reach to break through, just an endlessness of calm, clear water. My thoughts are thousand voices in my head, piercing like the sting of a fine, long needle.

I concentrate on my breath. Inhale, exhale and a long pause between each breath. As I feel my bones loosen and my body relax, the fear becomes smaller and smaller. I collapse as darkness closes in on me and rise again as dawn finds its way through the curtains.
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BEAUTY | Tiny beautiful things that came my way to

BEAUTY | Tiny beautiful things that came my way today:

#1 Early morning run
#2 Being present on the yoga mat
#3 Cleaning, making space. Rediscovering earrings from Paris
#4 Calling my granny
#5 Sharing with colleagues, family strangers and friends
#6 Starting a new journal
#7 Evening walk after dark
#8 Smiles from random strangers
#9 Being grateful. Remembering what matters most
#10 Soft exhaustion, deep sleep

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SLEEP | I see myself at night. Tired and heavy I s

SHAKE IT OUT | It had been long days all week. Wor

SHAKE IT OUT | It had been long days all week. Work had been more demanding than ever, nothing turned out as planned.
Every morning I put on my sneakers, and walk out into the fresh morning air. I set off running along small patios, dew still lingering on the meadows and twinkling in the morning light. @maggierogers, @jewel Bowie and @stevienicks are drowning out the sound of my footsteps. Nothing else but my feet drumming steady against the ground, my heart pounding hard, me catching my breath.
For a few minutes I stand still on the small footbridge leading over the train tracks. I hold my face into the gentle breeze, the first rays of the climbing sun falling through. I look at the horizon and a big great calm settles over me. I shake my hands and my feet, feeling my whole body loosen up. It's done. It's over. It feels good to finally let it all go. 🌱🏃🏼‍♀️✨ ___

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CREATIVITY | I just want to say that, for the most

CREATIVITY | I just want to say that, for the most part, I'm okay. Things are hard and strange and still somehow beautiful right now. I've got a million ideas of what to do next. There are so many things I want to do: write, do yoga, meditate, read, fix that bike, paint the balcony chairs, rearrange the kitchen, mend some clothes, play the piano, learn how to knit, try some new recipes, too. There so much I like to create and in that I am taking care of myself 🧘🏼‍♀️✨🧾
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SPACE | Words are flowing out Like endless rain in

SPACE | Words are flowing out
Like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light
Which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless, undying love
Which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

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GRATITUDE | I woke up at 5:30am and lay in the dar

GRATITUDE | I woke up at 5:30am and lay in the dark, warm under the covers, listening to the sounds of the city coming alive. I watched the sunlight creep in between the blinds and wrapped the blanket closer around myself. As I lay in the dark, listening to the sounds of this strange new world, it seemed so unreal and somehow entirely impossible that everything has changed.

Home for now is simply the fresh spring breeze through the windows, the midday sun through the open balcony doors, the view of the same street corner again and again. Home for now are all these virtual reach outs, the WhatsApp messages and videocalls. Home for now is shying through life outside, rushing through streets and parks. Home for now is being close to each other from a distance. And I am grateful that we got at least that, being close to each other from afar 🙏🏼✨🙋🏼‍♀️ ___

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NOURISHMENT | Most days I feel like I am drowning.

NOURISHMENT | Most days I feel like I am drowning. The overwhelming emptiness of the otherwise crowded city, the suffocating silence of the streets at night, sunny days spent locked inside. The lovely messages from family and friends, the endless conversations with colleagues turned confidants, the small gestures from strangers across the fence. Often, I open the balcony doors wide and take a deep breath, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window. The days are blurry and blending into each other. Crystal clear blue and endless they are unfolding without a break and then fade away. Days, weeks, maybe months will go by like this, us isolated in this strange new world. What I long for after yet another day gone by to nourish body, mind and the soul:

Yoga.
Meditation.
Go for a walk.
Deep, uninterrupted sleep.
Collecting tiny beautiful things.
Healthy food. A latte!
A good read.
A heartfelt laugh.
Writing.

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SERVICE | Life continues to be strange these days.

SERVICE | Life continues to be strange these days. Each day I marvel at the impermanence, the fact that each day leads into another and then another, the great ebb and flow of change not even stopping before #quarantinelife.

I think about all the places I lived before. #Sydney, Sihanoukville, and now Berlin. In the beginning I never thought I would live in Sydney and I never thought I would end up in #Berlin. But I did and life went on in the most wonderful and heartbreaking ways possible...as life simply does and always will.

I think about my first few weeks in those new places, adjusting to the light and the way life unfolded in a strangely new rhythm through those foreign streets.

And I think about what helped me most finding my ways in those new, unfamiliar places: Reaching out to others, connecting with strangers, making new friends, sharing stories, being vulnerable and letting others in.

And then I think that maybe this quarantine thing is just a strange, new place as well. A new place, where we need just a little longer to settle and to adjust to brandnew ways. A new place, where we need to learn to share and to connect all over again. A new place, where we need to be open and vulnerable and of service to each other. 🌅✨🙋🏼‍♀️
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CLEAN UP | Every day I now take on a little projec

CLEAN UP | Every day I now take on a little project at home. Cleaning out the kitchen cupboard. Wiping the bathroom tiles. Sorting through old shampoo bottles, cremes and other accessories. Doing the laundry. Making a grocery list. How good it feels to be doing something and clearing the mess. Decluttering and letting go of things. Shedding some ballast and dropping some weight. Getting organised. Creating space. Seeing progress. One small step at a time. Babysteps towards quietening the delicate, pervasive unknown state of mind.📦♥️🗃️ ___

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SHARE | "What makes you vulnerable, makes you beau

SHARE | "What makes you vulnerable, makes you beautiful" - Brené Brown @brenebrown

These fragile, insecure and somehow beautiful times. All these conversations, messages and videocalls, how they manage to fill my heart and at the same time break it. All these smiles and nods exchanged with neighbours and strangers on the deserted streets, all these small, delicate gestures somehow mean so much. And all these bright blue skies and sunny days throughout these strange, strange times. Over the past couple of days I've shared so many mixed emotions with family, friends, colleagues and random strangers. What I learnt so far - we are all the same! We have the same hopes and fears, we share the same joys and sorrows. We are all in it together. Forever changed. ✨♥️✊🏼 ___

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BUILD AN ALTAR | Seven things that help to keep me

BUILD AN ALTAR | Seven things that help to keep me grounded: (1) lavender oil
(2) favourite jewelry
(3) a batch of crystals (4) all my favourite books
(5) old letters and photographs
(6) @flow_magazine journal, Practice you by @elenabrower & 6 Minute Diary @createurbestself
(7) motivational cards from @gabbybernstein.

Wherever I go, I can be at home within myself. ✨🧘🏼‍♀️💎 ___

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MOVEMENT | Ever since I've been a little girl, run

MOVEMENT | Ever since I've been a little girl, running has been my way of trying to give shape to the feelings I felt. Running has always been my way to make space for the grief, joy, hurt that had been welling up inside of me. Whenever my small, protected world would be shaken, I would run as far as I could. I would run across the open meadows behind my parents' house, mile after mile until I was out of breath and my heart was beating fast and hard in my chest. Again and again I would give in to the natural urge to run, placing one foot before the other, pushing on and running harder, further away from the outside world and deeper into that small, quiet, comforting place only I knew.
These days I am running again. Each morning I wake early and watch dawn break. My breath matching my long, lean strides as the last rosy fringes of sunrise still hang on the horizon. While all else around me is shifting and changing and taking into the unknown, I run along the path I know well. Round after round until I stop and see nothing but deep blue skies.🌅🏃🏼‍♀️🌈 ___

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INTENTION | The small, delicate lines growing acro

INTENTION | The small, delicate lines growing across the blanket. The rumpled sheet, the dried stains. My boyfriend's soft, steady breath next to me. These days I wake up early. I see the light softly rising through the blinds, the shadows dancing over my face and into a new day. Each break of day somehow feels like coming back from somewhere far away. Shortly after I wake, this is how I feel: unsettled, unsteady, and somehow out of tune. My mind is humming with thoughts and emotions. Since Monday I work from home. During the day I feel exhausted, I get stressed easily. There are hang outs and videocalls, Slack messages and WhatsApp groups. We talk projects and we share personal stories on virtual coffee breaks. I am on the verge of tears more than once a day. What about my parents, are they doing okay? Do they stay inside? What about my grandma's nursing home, is everyone safe? And what about my friends, my writing group, is everyone okay?
Even though I trying to push it all away, worry somehow becomes my underlying state of mind. Are there still tiny beautiful things or is it all chaos in disguise? I stay inside. I take my vitamins. I order my groceries online. I do yoga alone. I join my gym's virtual live sessions. I pick up the phone a hundred times a day. I watch the news. I browse the paper.
More than ever I am desperate for something or someone, something to hold onto.

Intention.
Meaning.
Peace of mind.

What I need right now: Work-life- balance. Practice the piano. Write that book. Sip a latte. Journal, every day. Sit still, just be. Meditate. Do yoga. Be grateful, count my blessings. Read, read, read. Breathe. Relax. And let go. ✨🙏🏼🌷
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PREPARE | A classic children's book my mother used

PREPARE | A classic children's book my mother used to read to me when I was a little girl was titled "Frederick." In it, fall is near and all the mice are busy gathering food - except for Frederick who collects colours, warmth and beautiful things. When the days grow short and the snow finally begins to fall, it’s Frederick’s stories that warm the hearts and spirits of his fellow mice. In times like these I keep on thinking about Frederick and how important it is to collect beautiful things as well. As much as we'd like to be prepared in times of great uncertainty, it's not only toiletpaper or a pantry full of pasta, rice and tinned beans that will help us through the big unknown. It's those stories of love and kindness and reaching out, of sharing and helping each other that will bring some grains of beauty within these strange times. So prepare, fill your pantry but also fill your heart and soul with beautiful things. Make your home cozy and beautiful. Surround yourself with warmth and good books. Be creative - draw, write or knit. Make music, maybe sing. Do some yoga, go meditate. Take a break, sit with uncomfort, maybe face your fears. Be quiet, sit still. Get moving, shake it out. Do whatever it takes to help yourself prepare for at least #30daysofspace ✨🙏🏼🌟 ___

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Unfathomable: incapable of being fully explored or

Unfathomable: incapable of being fully explored or understood
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ANGST | A few weeks ago, I was sitting on the broa

ANGST | A few weeks ago, I was sitting on the broad windowsill of a coffee shop in my neighbourhood. Outside the stalls of the farmer’s market were getting ready to serve their first customers. I was nursing my first morning latte, browsing through an article in an old copy of @zeitmagazin. It’s title read: “Angst in Deutschland. State of emergency.” For several months a journalist and a photographer had travelled all across Germany. They slept in guesthouses, stayed in the living rooms of strangers, camp outside in the car. They talked to people they met in random places, they listened to conversations on the road, they observed customs and cultures. They recorded their journey, documenting every step in pictures and in words. All this to create an understanding from where the angst comes from that a lot of people seem to have these days.

There were stories told by refugees from Syria and Afghanistan, old German women and men who witnessed the war and children they met on the streets. Refugees, survivors, citizens - what they all had/have in common is one shared truth: The war affects us all, no matter where we are. The story that touched me most was of an old man from Hamburg. Even though he is well into his 80s, he still works as an architect. He likes to work with light and wide open spaces. Both his parents committed suicide in the wake of the Third Reich, sending him on an odessey of survival from relatives to friends and even into the care of strangers. Most of his childhood he had spent alone in dark places, making himself small and invisible from view in order to save his life. For years he had not been leaving a trace; for years he had not existed for the general public. Ever since, the old man has kept a packed suitcase, always ready to disappear again. "This suitcase is a rudiment of my childhood. It’s a heritage of myself," the old man says in the end.
From time to time I am still thinking about this article and in particular this story about the old man from Hamburg and his suitcase. In times of #Corona, border crossings, the Hanau shootings, how many people might do the same, living with angst as a constant companion?
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HAPPY NEW YEAR | "... I hope you will have a wonde

HAPPY NEW YEAR | "... I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

And for this year, my wish for each of us is small and very simple. And it's this.

I hope that in this year to come, you make MISTAKES. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New MISTAKES. Make glorious, amazing MISTAKES. Make MISTAKES nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.

Make your MISTAKES, next year and forever." - Neil Gaiman
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BORNHOLMER STRASSE | Last week marked the 30th ann

BORNHOLMER STRASSE | Last week marked the 30th anniversary of the fall of the #BerlinWall. Three decades of history undone and stories coming to the surface, of taking down boarders and growing back together as a country, of the fading connotations of East and West. A month ago my dad and I went to the border crossing #BornholmerStraße, the very same crossing he had used several times as a young sales rep from Western Germany to enter the East. We stood there for a while, looking at the billboards with images of the notorious night of #1989, when Bornholmer Straße was the first crossing to open its gates. As we walked along the former Mauer stripe, my dad told me stories about the wall. How he was collecting paper clippings about the beginnings of the wall for a school assignment in #1961. How, some years later, he had to enter #EastBerlin and was held up by the boarder patrol at Bornholmer Straße who accussed him of smuggling Western news into the East as they had found an old Western newspaper tugged beneath the footmat of the passengers seat in his car. And how, on another trip to the #DDR, he had given a small calculater to a scientist in #Weissensee who was so excited about the gift that he left him standing there, only to come back a few minutes later, pleading not to turn him in for accepting a forbidden device from the West. Within the years stories like these have become reminders of the Wall, small witnesses of the #ColdWar, originally grown as a consequence of Germany's history and the aftermath of the #ThirdReich. May in the years to come the boarders between East and West become more frayed and fragile and finally melt further back to none.
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TWO DAYS IN PARIS | "Paris was a universe whole an

TWO DAYS IN PARIS | "Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets--as vast and indestructible as nature itself. All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her--and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris." - Anne Rice
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MAKING SPACE | It's early morning. Seagulls are sc

MAKING SPACE | It's early morning. Seagulls are screaming above my head and waves are crushing to shore, their force ebbing away in soft blue and turquoise layers. The light tints all in pale and pastel colours, adding a comforting softness that takes the edge of everything. It's here that I can finally pause for once, easing more and more into a slower pace of life with every day gone by. What I am doing here?

Making space to just be.
Making space to slow down life.
Making space to breathe and let go.
Making space to be kind and patient, too.
Making space to accept what is, not questioning why.

When the tide slowly moves in, I get up and keep going forward, letting my foodprints wash away by the current. There's no haze and hurry when you're letting go of things and making space for others, just a golden light on the horizon, a tranquil glimmer that everything is meant to be that way.
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HER(E), NOW | First day after wrapping up a long,

HER(E), NOW | First day after wrapping up a long, enduring project. I am sitting in the park, watching the gang of sparrows scatter around bread crumbs and then breaking into a playful flight. Children are playing in the background and a soft breeze caresses my bare legs. This morning I woke up to the image of myself sitting on the dock close to The Sound / Øresund, staring at the great wide open. Julia sent it to me, a reminder of the things that matter most in life: Lasting friendships, those endless days of summer and the sea full of bright, big #dreams and possibilities. I hold my face into the sun. It's a good day and I finally feel like coming back alive.
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REAL ADVENTURE | I am a kid of the 80s. I grew up

REAL ADVENTURE | I am a kid of the 80s. I grew up with cassettes and video tapes; there were only a handful shows for kids on TV. I devoured the books of Astrid Lindgren and later those of Joan Aiken. I spend a lot of time outside in the woods, climbing trees and building hidey holes underneath old tree trunks. There was a lot of nature and quiet, real adventure.

Lately, I feel that I need more of that I my life again: Quiet, real adventure. Because on most days I feel so overwhelmed by it all: the never ending news feed, scrolling endlessly through social media, the buzz of real-life events and walking amongst crowds. And so I started taking long walks in nature, marvelling at the quiet beauty unfolding around me: The smell of the fresh morning air, the feel of the earth beneath my feet, the sound of bird song in my ears.

For weeks I have been doing that now. Seeking those quiet, real adventures (the grown up version). It's good to walk away from it all for a while. Just walk, watch and wonder and do less in a world that sometimes demands so much.
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MEMORY | The writing prompt in my last week's writ

MEMORY | The writing prompt in my last week's writing workshop had been MEMORY.
Immediately, I travelled back to that old, weather beaten gatekeepers lodge at the edge of a small village that was my grandfather's home for many years. It had once been one of these traditional half-timbered houses and with the years it seemed to shrink and fall apart. On Sundays my grandfather would always stand by the green gate, awaiting our visit, and then, some time later, waving us goodbye.
The grandfather I had known had always seemed sad and seclusive. Somehow shunned by life, he had retreated more and more into solitude. Year after year, especially since my grandmother had passed away, there had been a little less of him out there in the world. But had he always been that way? When did he begin to let life pass him by?

When I was little I used to watch my grandfather as he sat in his chair by the window, blowing thick cigarette smoke into the air that sailed across the room like a heavy veil floating in the wind. Sometimes I had the impression that something in his life must have gone awry and that things hadn't turn out the way he had hoped for in the beginning. I wasn't exactly sure what that was. At the age of five I knew as much as that he had been to war a long time ago and that that hadn't been a nice place to be. As I didn't know how to ask any further, I just sometimes held his hand and hoped that that small gesture of holding hands would help ease the pain he felt and make the darkness go away.

I loved him best when he told me stories about my grandmother. How kind and how beautiful she was. How well she cooked. And how much he had loved falling in love with her in the spring of 1943. He never spoke about what else had happened to him and the darkness that came during those years. [...] (Continue reading in comments below)👇🏼 ___

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BREAKFAST | An early morning scene: Soft morning l

BREAKFAST | An early morning scene: Soft morning light falls through the curtains. It softly breaks inside the OJ glas and melts into a warmer spark. The balcony door are wide open and the smell of fresh coffee drifts across the room. A bowl of cereals sits still untouched on the table. It's Saturday morning and the weekend is still young. It couldn't be more perfect. ☀️☕🥣
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SICK DAY | Things you do on a sick day: Waking up

SICK DAY | Things you do on a sick day: Waking up late. Drink coffee, sit in the sun. Feeling sorry for yourself. Feeling guilty for not being at work. Feeling low because you are not being productive at home. Read a little, nap a little. Some @netflix. Repeat. Easing into the late afternoon sun. Feeling a little better. ☕🙍🏼‍♀️🌤️
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FREIHEIT | Freiheit has many faces. We can be free

FREIHEIT | Freiheit has many faces. We can be free when crossing oceans and exploring foreign lands. We can be free when tearing down walls and reuniting with our folks. We can be free listening to our inner voice and only doing the things we love. We can be free when accepting all those things we cannot change and only changing those we can. We can be free when being afraid and doing it anyway. We can be free when letting go of the past and turning towards all these wild, adventurous things that still lie ahead. There are so many ways we can be free. In the end we just have to try, again and again. ✨🏃🏼‍♀️🌈
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IF I COULD LEAN ACROSS THE SKY FOR YOU | If I coul

IF I COULD LEAN ACROSS THE SKY FOR YOU | If I could lean across the sky for you I would make sure that you are okay. That you stop midway and come on long walks with me. If I could lean across the sky for you I would make sure that you don't panic when your heart skips a beat. That you feel loved and safe at all times. If I could lean across the sky for you I would make sure that you don't have to stress about the future and avoid meeting your past. That you don't have to work so hard and miss out on life as it happens. Truth is: I can not lean across the sky for you. But I can still hold you and do all of the above 🍃
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END OF SUMMER | This is how the end of my summerho

END OF SUMMER | This is how the end of my summerholidays looks like. Even though #Sweden is a pretty rad country with its Bullerbü houses, Volvos and wide open landscapes, the best #Kanelbullar can be found back home in #Berlin | 🇸🇪🍩☀
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