On that day, it rained so much in St. Gallen. Sankt Jakob-Strasse was flooded. I was staying at a hotel owned by a dear friend. I was at the reception asking the receptionist to order me a taxi when the first few drops started to plunder. I had just finished eating but had no timeContinue reading “über daring”
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Letter to an Inner Child
Do not listen to all that they say, my child; my womb is not impermeable to their words, unfortunately. This language they speak shines a subtly blinding streak of light, it has a way of seeping through the thickest skin and imprinting marks on your genetic makeup. You will come out to live among themContinue reading “Letter to an Inner Child”
Helpfulness
The best quality in a human being is Helpfulness. There is a corner in my heart filled with nametags, uniforms, hairstyles, voices, eye colors, and smiles of strangers who have helped me as if their life depended on it. They don’t know me and if they once did, they surely forgot me now. But IContinue reading “Helpfulness”
You Are Insignificant
When you consider that we live on a planet that is only one out of billions of planets, when you remember that life in its’ entirety and time with it’s relativity is so evolutionary and fleeting, do you really think that what you are hesitant about doing in your life is worth the hesitance andContinue reading “You Are Insignificant”
The Repulsive Beauty of the Monarch
I was reading Thomas Mann’s “Doctor Faustus” when I came across a fact one of his characters shared about a beautiful large butterfly family, the most famous and beautiful of all butterfly families because of the intricate detailed patterns on their huge wings glowing with amber orange and how they are known to taste badContinue reading “The Repulsive Beauty of the Monarch”
Wild Sunflower
If I could choose to be any living thing other than my sentient being, I would choose to be a sunflower. A sunflower is made up of to 2000 tiny flowers that join at the base to make it one. My cells also join to make this one me who sometimes acknowledges that she is,Continue reading “Wild Sunflower”
Choice
I consider the most central word in life to be: CHOICE. Not love, nor hope. Not freedom, or happiness, or acceptance. Nor is it togetherness, or faith, or health. To me, the word is Choice. You always have to have a choice in life, a choice to love, or to hope for love. A choiceContinue reading “Choice”
Fire Island Scribbles -2-
A cloudy humid day for smudgy Maybelline mascara. For Haruki Murakami’s maze of people and indirect insults. For imagining a world without women. For allowing oneself to imagine a world without women. For really not being so self-centred. For letting oneself not think about oneself. For broken Havaianas and lazy drags of flip-flopped feet alongContinue reading “Fire Island Scribbles -2-“
Love and Polarity
When I love you, I love all of you, in a non-chronological way that suspends me in a time warp. I don’t only love that part, or this one, that pours on me a plethora of sunlight. I conjointly love the dark shadow, splayed on the gravel behind me, that your brilliant imposing light shacklesContinue reading “Love and Polarity”
A Prism of Possibilities
This, today. I wish you could carve it along the walls of your home. One of the most remarkable ordinary days is occurring unreasonably. Today had no incentive to start so kindly, but it did. Something tells me that the magic of your growth is the actual source of this prismatic primitive feeling. This letterContinue reading “A Prism of Possibilities”
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