Instead of letting go, I now believe in integration. The pains of the past have not disappeared – I have learned to live with them. And to be happy.
285. | The shaman
Sometimes a single sentence can work on us for years. This story is about how a piece of advice I received sixteen years ago changed me.
284. | My breathing
I’ve been missing writing for the past few weeks. I know exactly why, and I don’t regret it at all. While I was breathing differently, The Miracle is Already Here project was born.
272. | An unexpected friend and a metaphor for dinner
And in the end, there’s nothing left inside, just a big brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
270. | I hear differently
The same metal is playing. The same anger. The same desires. Only inside me, completely different captions are born next to the words I hear.
266. | My Little Book of Tales
I spent 41 days collecting discarded playing cards on the roads of Asia. In the end, I found not only a deck, but also a unique book of tales.
259. | Meditation – a path on my journey
Meditation has become part of my journey. A little path I take every day. Simply. Just being.
256. | The sour apple stolen in silence
Another story about a journey that connects not only places, but also feelings. Short, yet profound moments that remain with us in silence.
252. | Come home!
There are shelves in my life that I rarely go to. I just dusted one of them a little. It was no accident.
251. | Dust In The Wind
Instead of two sides, I chose the edge. The moment appears and disappears – and I have learned to let go. Maybe this is true freedom.