bird on the wire

Lately, I seem to drown in things that I need to get done, yet (despite knowing better and time management plans I constantly invent) it feel s so good to just sit down for once, alone, and to find rest and time to read, write, think and pray in solitude.
(For me, this works best in the city.)


Breathe. (and remember to do it deeply)
Sing. (and remember to do it soulfully)
Laugh. (and remember to do it loudly)
Smile. (and remember to do it honestly)
Pray. (and remember to do it constantly)
Love. (and remember to do it wholeheartedly)


I sat at my favorite café in Jena today, and I wondered why it’s seemingly always pretty empty. Maybe that’s why I love it so much – I can be calm there. Sit alone at a table with three empty chairs and write. Read. (Also, it’s the only place where I put sugar in my coffee. (fair-trade & brown))

The wind moved my hair and the pages of my moleskine, my hand didn’t only move the pen but also the shaky table; and the cloud of milk foam danced upon my coffee.



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Wir borgen Worte und finden uns in ihnen geborgen.

(we borrow words and find ourselves secure in them. (this sentence just sounds more poetic in German))

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I long to be as that bird on the wire, so calm and unafraid.