I am inspired by Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’. The question that followed me for a long time was, “What does it mean to walk the path of one’s own legend?” The answer came during a Chinese medicine class, with Ping Fang. “Today I heard again in my heart the words ‘If you follow the path of your own Legend, everything favours you’.” Ping Fang, who teaches a class on Herbalism
Close your eyes for a moment and feel your arms and shoulders. Are they soft and loose? Or do you feel pain and tense? Is your life carrying you lightly, or are you carrying it like a weight beyond your strength? A few years ago I received a book. And in it, a parable by the Shams of Tabriz: “Two men were travelling from one village to another. Once they
I wrote down the following words over a year ago while returning from Gozo. I find it hard to sit in one place any longer. After Gozo, there was Crete, then Sardinia and three times Tenerife (something went wrong here, but more on that in a moment). “Still the chill of the morning interspersed with threads of sunny heat. The foreshadowing of a hot day that I will no longer
What does this actually mean? I’ve heard for a long time that it’s important. To live in harmony with yourself. And immediately questions were triggered in me: What if others don’t like it? Can I handle rejection? I don’t like aggression, what if I provoke it? Maybe it’s better to be ‘polite’? And won’t I “hurt” the other person by doing so? For me, these were questions of a heavy
I have fallen up to my ears in the archives of my writing. I browse through the stories, poems and flocks of reflections wandering around in digital catalogues. The soul just smiles seeing me at such work. And although she lives in a different place today, she looks at me through the eyes of a certain portrait (and that story demands to be described and the portrait demands to be
And so the Queen of Summer took up residence on Ice Mountain with the Cold People. And she wanted to make the mountain alive and green, full of flowers and singing birds. She hugged the Cold People and the mountain to her heart. But the short spring moments were immediately frozen by the icy wind and the Summer Queen started her arduous toil all over again. She suffered greatly from
