a simple life on Ibiza con amor
Yesterday, the first day of December, felt quite unreal to me. Firstly, because it’s the last month of 2019 before another year (and decade!) will start, a year with some big changes ahead, both at an individual and a collective level. Secondly, we have two more weeks left on the island before we move to […]
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Is it just coincidence or does the universe talk? And if the universe talks, what does it say? Yesterday I traveled back home. I had spent some time with my mom and, like always during my stay, we talked about some things from the past. She was telling about a recent radio show in which […]
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This December it will be twenty years ago since I lost my dad to leukemia. Snowflakes fell down from heaven the day we buried him. For a second the white world looked serene and pure; harmless even. I still remember how unreal it felt and how overwhelmed and lost I was. I couldn’t speak when […]
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I prefer to see the good in perhaps not the best experiences and in people who have shown their true colors. Also after working for opportunistic company owners on Ibiza whose only interests were money and image. Even when living in an ecological community where only one person, who lacks empathy and makes all decisions, […]
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A couple of weeks ago I stumbled upon a screenshot of a book cover between my photos taken in 2016. Apparently it was important to me to save this photo, taken by a social media friend. Let’s have a look, I thought. I searched for the title with my e-reader “If women rose rooted” by […]
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It’s rather sad and kind of ironic: we can plant trees, cross the Atlantic by sailboat, march the streets, rebel against extinction, pray for the flaming Amazon we observe in horror and grieve, but still be contributing to environmentally harmful and corrupt businesses which are supported by governments. For the past weeks, like so many […]
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I lay my head to sleep
Tired of seeing who’s fighting who
Of reading the heart break of today
The state of the world we’re in
The abusers of power
The bombs still falling
The forests burning
