Why is it so hard to look at our own shit? I have changed a fair amount of shitty nappies in my life, to know that it is easier to look at other peoples shit, rather than my own. It only seems fair to

This is the part where I have to introduce myself, tell you who I am and yet I don't know. I wear many hats, yet it is difficult to identify myself with any. Born in Germany, I trekked across the globe

Here you guys, some pics from my home town. Trained it into the city today- and I’m always amazed with how fast things change there. So, some snapshots- which I hope you enjoy 😊

When I saw the gleaming autumn sun, shining through the red autumn 🍂 leafs, all stresses and worries started to melt away. Anger disolved into feeling content and full of gratitude. Being at peace, with

I often ask myself, how one could define laziness. Where’s the line between productive and contemplative stillness and being lazy? Well, to me personally laziness implies being in a state, of non worthiness.

You know, all my life that I lived so far, I’ve spent waiting, for something or someone to make me happy. I would be like a chameleon, changing my skin to blend in what was expected of me, to be liked

You know, all my life that I lived so far, I’ve spent waiting, for something or someone to make me happy. I would be like a chameleon, changing my skin to blend in what was expected of me, to be liked

Every day, a new invention or technological advance has been made, or so it seems... Throughout the world, there are people working on solving the problems, that our generation has to face- and those of

Well, I can’t praise a young lady who is alive only when people are admiring her, but as soon as she is left alone, collapses and finds nothing to her taste—one who is all for show and has no resources

At what point do you laugh? Our stroke of luck, started a couple of weeks ago, when my toddler had a high fever and was sent home with antibiotics for tonsillitis. Just about when he finished his course

The vast darkness of her heart, stretched far. She felt empty and incomplete, her search to fill the void, leaving her bruised and vulnerable. Until, one day her heart led her to a bridge, where she was

Today I commit to delivering these Daily Galactic Mayan Weather Reports here on Steemit, inspired to follow through with fierce devotion by the wonderful February challenge by @rensoul17 you can view by

There are a few items I would love to cross of my “bucket list”, so to speak- although I’m a believer that your whole life, in order to be purposeful, needs to be lived like a continuous “bucket list”.

Many of us, are spending their life’s in one sided relationships. Relationships, where we give and do not receive. Our souls are yearning for the connection with the other, whilst we are grieving over

I’m not interested if people think I’m nice, sexy, skinny, mumsy, good enough.....or not. For 32 years I’ve been a crowd pleaser- doing everything for everyone, totally neglecting myself. Funny thing is-

A white space- which I can fill with words that might have a meaning for one or the other. Every day is like that. A new canvas which we can colour in any way we like. A new opportunity to rise from the

There used to be a day, which now seems lifetimes ago, where the world seemed to be somewhat “normal”. Days, were predictable and so were the so called “leaders” of world. Energies seemed more dense and

My little girl had a sleepover with her grandma for three days. She was staying there with her cousin, who also lives with us. Yup, we are a tribe of 3 adults and 3 little people- with big attitudes. My

Oh well 😉