Dreamer/ Traumprinz

I never used to dream of princes who carried me off on white stallions. In my dreams, I was the one who rode off into the sunset. Heh! But now, with a man at my side, I am different. So...bound. The wild woman in me needs to run along the river and be free.

I think I dreamt of Norway when I was young. I did a project on its fjords in 6th grade. I think I fell in love with the place then, secretly. I think that dream has slumbered for 33 years. And now it has come back to claim its due.

Do we always do what we dream we will, even long after we've forgotten it?
Hugs for Haiti.

Es gibt eine Rastlosigkeit in mir. Ich habe das Gefühl, es wird Zeit weiterzuziehen. Ich bin Nomadin. Wie passe ich zu einem Mann, der von Natur aus seßhaft ist? Das wird ja spannend. Aber heute geht es zunächst nur runter zum Fluss. Ich kann die Aufregung des Wasssers nachempfinden, das in Richtung neuer Ufer aufbricht. Hurra!

Melt/ Geschmolzen

There are different ways to get rid of ice. You can hack at it with a pick, roll over it with an ice breaker or put a flame to it and let it melt. Jealousy works the same way.

Yesterday's blog opened the tightness around my jealous feeling. Some of the tension seeped away. Then I put the candle of self love to it and slowly, the brittle green feeling melted. It's not gone completely, but I'm comfortable with it now. And confident it will get less in time.

An astrology.com special popped up in my inbox: "Are you competing for his affection?" It listed warning signs like excessive voicemail or email contact, a partner being nonchalant about insecurities regarding his ex, and friends' comments thatr reveal he's been seen straying...We have none of that. Nowhere near it. He cares.

Yes, she sent him a long reading from some website she favours. Yes, they made plans for a double date without consulting me. But we're planning our future together and taking the steps to create it.

There's no competition. There's room in someone's heart for lots of lovers and beloveds. Jealousy is superfluous when abundance takes its place.

Es ist halb so schlimm. Als ich gestern von der Zahnärztin zur S-Bahn lief, sah ich Reste vom Schnee und Eis auf einer Hecke. Der obere Teil war weich, während der untere teil halb geschmolzen und wieder eingefroren war. Es hatte sich ein feines Eisgitter gebildet. Das ganze sah im Profil wie ein Eisgebäck aus, oben cremig, unten fest.

So verlief es auch mit der Eifersucht. Mit der Zeit schmilzt sie, wenn man sie nicht extra auf Eis legt und fest gefroren hält. Und wenn sie schmilzt, entsteht neuen Raum in meinem Herzen. Ich entdecke Platz genug für alle, sogar für die Ex-Freundin und erste Liebe meines Mannes. Hurra!

Hugs for Haiti!

Quick fix/ Schnell

Hugs for Haiti!

The other side of procrastination is rapid response. There are some things that can't wait, or won't. There are times when I act in the moment, out of the moment, without doubt or hesitation.

These times are rare. I don't have the energy to be quick all the time. And anyway, I am a slow poke, dreaming and procrastinating, weighing things carefully, leaving a lot of stuff undone. But not in a bad way. Many things never need to be done. I don't have to do everything that comes into my head--or anyone else's.

(Don't put off for tomorrow what can be put off forever)

I love it when a thing gets done almost by itself because it simply demands action. Like an arrow flying straight to its target. Phoom. Bull's eye! Or a snakehead snapping out at it's prey.

A variation on the Serenity Prayer: God grant me the serenity to wait on things that don't have to be done, the strength to do what's necessary and the wisdom to know the difference.

Tun und Lassen ist eine grosse Kunst, die Kunst des Lebens sozusagen. Manche legen grossen Wert auf Äusserlichkeiten, sichtbares Tun. Ich habe eher den Hang für innere Arbeit. Die macht das Äusserliche oft überflüssig.

Und dennoch gibt es Äusserungen, die ich nicht vermissen möchte: der Ausdruck einer Seele in bildender Kunst, gelungene Arbeit jeglicher Natur, Gesang...Ich wünschte nur, mehr Menschen könnten die Dinge lassen, die ihnen selbst und anderen nur Leid zufügen. Na ja. Vielleicht kommt das irgendwann.

In Waiting/ Wartezeit

Procrastination has a bad name, but it's no thief. It's a lender of time. I procrastinate. A lot. But instead of calling it that, I call it waiting. What a difference a twist of terminology can make.

If you procrastinate, you're bad, you're lazy, you're self-destructive, sabotaging, etc. All the success gurus preach against it. But waiting is another story. Waiting makes you patient. And sometimes saves energy that might be wasted doing unnecessary things.

I don't need to do everything that occurs to me. Waiting gives others a chance to do them. Some things turn out to be a bad idea. Then I'm glad I waited. I can wait years for the right time, decades for the right thing. Yet, when the moment is right, things happen instantaneously with little effort on my part and hardly any duration of time.

Time to dream, time to rest, time to let things work themselves out; sometimes we have more time than we think, if only we would take it.
Hugs for Haiti!

In Deutschland wird die Man~ana-Mentalität belächelt. Die Deutschen seien nicht so, meint man. Schade. Denn manchmal ist es nützlich, warten zu können. Es passiert sehr viel, wenn man selber nichts unternimmt. Wir überschätzen manchmal die Wichtigkeit des Tuns. Gelegentlich ist das Lassen nicht nur wertvoller, sondern essentiell.

Also, tue, was du nicht lassen kannst--und geniesse den Rest.