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Where do we go? A question I ask myself a lot while looking at the state of the world right now. A question I cannot answer. But I can choose over and over again, choose love and trust over fear. #wheredowego will be released this coming Friday. 27/06/2025 Save the date ❣️

No matter how wild it may be: Dare to live your dream. Always. Against all odds. ❤️

Mereces un amor ❤️ You deserve a lover Yeap, you do! Whatever their gender may be. You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep. You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin. You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions. You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall. You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry. Frida Kahlo #fridakhalo #merecesunamor

I finished my training with @gabormatemd @satdharamkaur @compassionateinquiry and am beyond grateful for this one year long journey and everyone that has been with me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you ❤️. I want to share this poem with you that sums up quiet beautifully what Compassionate Inquiery has brought to my life: More light. And lightness. „It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.“ Aldous Huxley. Thank you @rosalia.vt for your masterpiece.🔥💫

The world is on fire. One way to stay grounded in yourself rather than the chaos around is chanting. I reconnected to this sacred practice of my ancestors these days. Chanting can take you beyond every obstacle that your mind creates. This one is called Bhavani Ashtakam. (It actually has eight verses ☺️) It states how true peace and home cannot be found in any wordly matter. But in the devotion to something bigger than ourselves. ❤️

“Whereever you are, whatever you do, love will always be true. And all the pain is soothed, because silence is our muse”. In the hibernation of these weiry winter months I needed to remind myself that things can grow in the silence of restoration. And that everything blooms in it’s unique timing. Just like a seed in the soil I am gathering my forces to birth something new. I hope while battleing with the icy streets you also dare to rest. Forever grateful for you @seom.music inviting me to this beautiful stage ❤️ And for everyone who dared to sing with me. (I am definately in love the the couple that soft danced and cuddled to my song 😍)

2025. I am speechless. And grateful. There were so many crazy challenging moments inside and out. Broken hearts and bones, several hospital visits and real despair. Serious lessons in letting go and shedding the skins that once fit me. Not only once my mind told me: I cannot handle this anymore. BUT. There was also so much grace. So many blessings. So much Music. Art. Ocean. Orcas. Healing. And my courage to keep aligning my path more and more with my soul. To keep persuing my dreams. Which are wild. And advance in my training as a pschological systematic coach. But the most important thing: Besides the ones that are so close to my heart already so many beautiful new humans entered my life. Angels everywhere. I am so so so so grateful. For all of you. Liebe geht raus ❤️❤️❤️ (Biggest blessing of course: My healthy and beautiful family. Which I try to keep out of here even if there are tons of cute pics) A special thanx for your trust and inspiration to you fellas @seom.music @jack_center @marksmithsound @_janek_andre_ @sarahconnor @gabormatemd @julianzietlow @sandberger.kreativstudio @judith_wilms @sonnet.carola @tara_embodied @sareh.ovey

Stille 💫 Dieses wundervolle Lied von Anne Tusche fasst gut zusammen, was ich uns für die letzten Tage dieses trubeligen Jahres wünsche. Ein Durchatmen. Momente der Stille in denen alles ein bisschen im System ankommen darf und der Trubel der Welt und unsere Herzen zur Ruhe kommen. ❤️ Happy Solistice! It has been a wild year. And for the days to come I wish you cosy moments with those you love. And some silence. To listen to your heart. And beyond.

Kinder (Sind so kleine Hände) von Bettina Wegner. 💫 Once more I was wondering about the status of humanity and everything I am learning through @compassionateinquiry @gabormatemd . “Sind so kleine Hände” (“Children – So Small Hands”) was written in 1976 by German songwriter Bettina Wegner. Born in East Berlin, she often clashed with the state because of her critical, human songs, and eventually had to leave the GDR in the 1980s. This song grew out of a simple train ride, where she imagined how every grown person was once a fragile child. Its verses remind us that children’s hands, eyes, lips, and hearts need love, protection, and freedom – never violence or oppression. When we break the cycles and heal our wounds, less of them will pass to our children. The more we practice compassion with ourselves, the more we can be compassionate with everything and everyone around us. So I keep the hope in my heart that we are on the path into a more compassionate age. More compassion for our own spezies and all the others that we share this beautiful planet with.

Sometimes there are no words needed. Just rest. To recharge. And to resist our culture of hustleing which keeps us disconnected from the Tao, the great natural flow of life. The more we learn to reconnect, the more we become compassionate with ourself and all that is around. And the more we become compassionate and realize that we are actually connected and not separate from the environment around us, the more peace we will feel and bring to ourselves and our surrounding. 💫 Hopefully.

“It’s not too late” Found this piece of music which I wrote and performed with @lux_arkana . It’s been years and it is astonishing how the words match the current situation of our planet. It is never too late to care, to show some compassion and to raise your voice! Or/ and support some organisations who do so: @fundakitchengaza @globalmovementtogaza @gazafreedomflotilla @gazasoupkitchen gazahumanitarianfdn

I have known women 💫 A poem which evolved during the last days as part of a larger writing project, while I am trying to heal besides life moving forward. It made me think about my female friends that endured misscarriages or other types of childloss. And the stories of them having to function again fast, because this is still a stigmatized topic in our society. Thank you @laguindin for being my muse and inspiring me to keep writing ❤️