Birgit und Heike im Fahrstuhl

The Bleeding Heart

Who would have thought that it’s not the amount of time you spent together that matters in the end? The bleeding heart knows. At least mine does. Since early childhood death is a constant companion in my life. I’ve lost all the family I ever had to it. And I know no matter how tenacious

Dare to Love Ms. Not-Perfect

I’m Ms. not-perfect, a misfit, a rebel with a cause. I grew up to the sermon “you’ll never get anywhere, you’re no good, you won’t achieve a thing”. It took me half a life to understand that these words repeatedly spoken by my father were rooted in his own sad and punishing feeling of inadequacy,

The Void

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

Soulmates and the Desert

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

Image in the Night – Bild in der Nacht

  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