Holding space

Holding space in the sense of creating room in time and space. Create room, so there’s time for us to listen and to talk. To share and being shared with. Room for us and others to be ourselves. To make mistakes. To screw up and to feel crappy about it. To be forgiven. Above all,…

Flatness

When I was a kid, one of my favorite picture books was called “The flat Franz”. It was a story about a boy, who wanted to visit a dear one in another country. But how? Well, for Franz it was easy, since he had the ability to make himself as flat as a sheet of…

Trying Yoga with beginners mind

Trying something new with a beginners mind shouldn’t be very hard, should it? Well, sometimes it is. Sometimes, there’s stuff coming in between. At least for me. There’s arrogance, for example. A sense of, I already know this, I “just” need to be shown how to practice it… In my teenage years I became very…

Armor off, poncho on

I once read a quote that said something like: “If you’re walking down the street feeling like people can see right through you, you’re doing it right.” Meaning, as I interpret it, that living life without having our armor(s) on, shows us that we’re on the path of living life authentically and vulnerably. That we…

Lucky Woman

I’m a lucky woman. Truly privileged. I am surrounded by men and boys who call themselves feminists. Who want to co-create a world where men and women have equal rights, possibilities, and personal FREEDOM. Despite my husband’s best intentions, it definitely wasn’t quick and easy, and it surely didn’t happen without heated discussions. It took…

Change the grey, with a gift a day

A little more than a month ago, I decided to give a gift every day for a month. Not only because I enjoy gift giving, also as a way to shift focus from problems (inside of me) towards compassion (for people around me). Yet another reason to try this out, was simple curiousity and a…

Amor Vincit Omnia

My heart is bursting with LOVE. I had planned to write this post for your birthday, on Sunday. A birthday, for which I had planned a nice excursion, you and me and our boys, just as in old times; and in the evening, friends coming over for Raclette. Yum! I was going to write about…