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
A dawn that won’t break A day that won’t come A move she won’t make The chain not undone A decision she’ll never take Consequences on the run Hope as frail as a flake Burn the bridge, hold your tongue A chapter unwritten All pages unturned Two souls unforgiven Suspended in love
When we lose someone dear it affects different parts of our life. It teaches us a thing or two. It shifts our perspective on life. It might even change who we are. The last two months I accompanied the slow death of my mother. I saw her slowly fade away, and had to take decisions
Life is a persistent thing. The human body can be old and sick since years, the soul and mind unwilling to live on, the person eating and drinking so little it seems impossible to keep the spark of life simmering… Still death has to battle and struggle hard to win. It’s scary to watch, so
Death is part of life. Maybe the part we fear the most. So, what happens to us when we can’t ignore its existence anymore? When we have to deal with losing a loved one? When it’s our own mother and death bares its teeth, letting us know „you’re next in line“? How can we cope?
It’s a good thing to get your heart broken. It’s even better if you got lost in a one way street where you’ve never been meant to be in the first place. No? In the course of a long life our hearts break more than once. Be it some talent we lack for a thing