Love is a Losing Game

Love is a losing game. As fragile and hurt Amy Winehouse sang this song, as much truth did she transport with it. All too often a love story is less Hollywood and more opera. No happy endings and walking into the sunset on a beautiful beach but hearts broken, sometimes even lives destroyed. It’s La

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

The Color of Fear

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.

Love Is Not Safe

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

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

Thought Splatter

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