Here I am on this remote island in a sleepy little fisherman’s village. When I arrived it was already evening and the first thing that greeted me when I took a stroll on the beach was a shooting star. I took that for a good sign. The small hotel is everything you could ask […]
The void. The void … left. How to let go of a void? A riddle I can’t solve. Stranded. Wrecked. On a remote island far from any ship route. If … won’t come back to save me, I’m lost forever. In …’s eyes. …’s eyes. Captured me. Took a hold of me. Let to all
There is no place like the desert. It is the one place where you can’t escape your own truths. Where your beliefs are tested, your concepts are tried, and your convictions might be overruled. You come face to face with who you really are. It’s also the place where I just had to admit that
Und dann in der Nacht mal wieder ein Bild, das auf einer Welle aus Energie zu mir kommt, sie erscheinen lässt in gleißendem Licht. Erst stand sie einfach nur stumm vor mir mit diesem unentzifferbaren Blick. Ich habe einen langen Umhang gewoben, außen ein Wollmantel, schwarz und undurchdringlich für Wind und Wetter, das Futter
Fear. What a complex emotion. It comes in so many different colors and shades that sometimes it’s hard to grab. Sometimes it’s even harder to understand what and why we fear. It starts when we are babies. Completely helpless we cry when we wake up all alone, when we are left in a crib somewhere.
Is intuition more than a gut feeling? Is it our inner voice of wisdom? And if so why don’t we always follow it? Why is it so easy for others to feed us doubt? I don’t know about you but I tend to approach life with a sort of scientist’s point of view. I need
How deep is your love? Do you open your heart? Do you dare to face the fear that comes with allowing yourself to love? Do you walk into this frighteningly dark room where you let someone love you? What is it that makes us so afraid of the one thing we want like nothing else
Life is short. Maybe this year I have been too surrounded by sickness and death, the latter seemingly looming at every corner, grinning at me with fiery eyes. Maybe. Maybe it’s this thing called midlife crisis with me turning 50 only a heartbeat away? Maybe. Whatever it is, it makes me think. And no matter
I spent days in seclusion, letting myself be adrift with the wind and the waters. I finally had time to think and feel, and it wasn’t always pleasant what surfaced like bubbles and burst into consciouness. The island and the sea were my unexpected muse, my thoughts shattered glass breaking the sunrays into a spectre
Last night while I sat down to work on my new novel I had a serious conversation with my heroine Florentine. She is a lovely young woman who deserves a loving man at her side but guess what, she fell in love with a writer. Here we were, both of us, creation and creator, me
You can always be happy if you want to. You just have to choose that the glass is half full instead of half empty. You only have to think positive. Be optimisitic, and all will be okay…. Search the internet, and you will find uncountable sites with affirmations that promise to make you a happier
Truth is a complicated thing. I was raised to be truthful, to never lie, to honestly speak my mind without someone letting scare me into silence. While growing up I was reminded of those principles a lot by my mother who was a fighter for justice and freedom having seen and suffered so much injustice