Beautiful Finland

Through this dark and snowy night
I wandered
without anyone noticing,
it was long after midnight.
The wind blowing ice-cold air in my face,
I heard footsteps cracking through the snow,
they were mine.
is what came to my mind.
The freedom to walk through this beautiful winter scene
long after midnight
without having to worry about a thing.
This country brings me freedom,
it brings me the capacity to dream
even bigger.
Beautiful Finland.

The sunset

Never have the clouds and evening atmosphere made the sky look so smooth, has the air smelled so fresh, has the wind made me feel so alive. How grateful I can be to have a home so close to nature. Look around you; beauty can be found in the smallest corners. Run to catch the last glimpses of the deep red sunset – that’s what I did today, and it was just beautiful.

In silence

I like silence.
And serenity.
Stillness. Being calm.
No talking.
No competing.
No … nothing.
Just being, here.
Listening to the wind.
Hearing the ocean in the distance,
Even if miles away.
I like this peace that comes upon us,
When we stop.
When we … just stop.
I like the silence.
But most of all,
I like this silence together with you.


Wenn wir ganz leise sind, und allein, dann können wir plötzlich die Welt hören, in jedem Detail und mit jedem Makel – die höchste Form der Schönheit. Die ferne Weite hat es mir besonders angetan, sowie das atemberaubende Farbspiel am Abendhimmel, kurz bevor die Sonne “Gute Nacht” sagt. Und so wie ein Jahr am 31. des Dezembermonats das letzte Mal die Sonne sieht, so verlassen uns auch manchmal geliebte Menschen, die dann aber genau wie vergangene Jahre nicht einfach verschwinden, sondern nur ihre Form verändern.

Und manchmal, wenn wir uns einsam und allein fühlen, selbst unter Freunden, und denken, dass uns niemand versteht, so ist das doch nur ein kurzer Moment von tiefer Traurigkeit, der aber wie ein schöner Sonnenuntergang auch vorübergeht und nur eine Widerspiegelung unserer Menschlichkeit ist.

Und so lasst uns menschlich sein, traurig, einsam, zusammen und doch oft überglücklich, denn wir atmen und wir können uns trotz der Schwere der Welt an einem wunderschönen kalten Neujahrstag erfreuen. Wir werden nicht aufgeben nach Schönheit und Ehrlichkeit zu suchen. Und so lässt sich immer ein wegweisender heller Stern am dunklen Nachthimmel finden.

Grandpa and grandma

I smell it.
Especially now,
that I sit here
and become aware of my presence.
It is a sweet smell,
it is rain.
Rarely have I smelled something more intense,
and beautiful.
Rain drops falling.
Manny of them.
Lights are creating a soft tickle on my skin,
the room looks cozy.
Slow music is playing,
the song reflects the moment I am in.
Right now.
I just sit.
My back hurts.
It has been hurting for days.
Stressed. Tense.
But I am so happy.
I am present.
Because I love
everything around me.
The green. The nature. The trees in front of my window.
The weather. Sunny. And then sad and hopeless.
The same way the world is sometimes.
People are so friendly.
So much possibility lies ahead of us.
Surrounded by so much creativity.
After such a long search. Such a long hunt.
I end up not having what I always wanted so dearly.
And yet, I sit here with pure joy.
I wasn’t ready. And maybe I am not still.
But I appreciate it now, that journey.
I feel my old self, and I am glad I made it, to the other side.
What hurts most, is that you are missing.
Grandpa, grandma. I wish I could tell you about all that.
I miss you so. No day passes where I don’t think about you.
You are not dead. You showed me love and I will never forget.

The stranger

When you are new in a place, nothing you know applies anymore. You are an infant, having to learn everything once again. Unknown places, strangers observing your clumsy movements, you may feel lonely … And then, after some time, somehow you become one of them. You have figured things out and have now made yourself a new home. And that’s what life is all about. It’s about conquering your fears, every day, one after another, patiently, knowing that eventually everything will be fine.

Favorite concert

My favorite concert? It’s the one that mother earth is playing from time to time. What an experience to be outside while all around dark clouds are hurrying by and lightening is painting stunning patterns onto the sky. You can smell the storm, you can feel it on your skin, the rain and the wind, and you can see and hear it. Every time, again and again, it is extraordinary. This power is nothing that humankind should mess with. It’s a beautiful lesson.

At the foot of Mount Kenya

Here I sit,
At the foot of Mount Kenya.
I watch,
Smell the sticky rainy air.
I see,
The blue sky,
The fluffy clouds,
And the birds flying by,
And I realize
In this magic hour,
There is no meaning to life
Than life itself.
No matter how far you go,
How high you climb up on that mountain,
How deep you dive into this pool of opportunities, of possibilities,
What remains is only you,
And the differences you have made,
The laughs you have had,
The smiles you have caused,
The compassion you have shown,
The life you have truly and actually lived.