Lately I’ve been circling the question of identity. Where are my roots? Do I even need any? And what does this have to do with the world burning all around
Eine meiner ersten Sessions während meiner Coachingausbildung war echt krass: Ich erlebte tiefste Einsamkeit und erlangte größte Freiheit!
I am drowning into the depths,
into darkness,
into nothingness.
I am alone.
Completely alone.
There is no one.
Lange hing ich in der Luft und wusste nicht so recht, wie ich mit meiner neu entdeckten Spiritualität umgehen soll. Hier schreibe ich darüber:
Writing in a café. After trying for ages at home. Voices swirling around me. Instant overload. How can I listen to my own voice in here? Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to just let it flow, without listening. At least the critic’s voice is hardly heard either…
Well, then, finally tackling the spiritual reveal blog post today. But – how to start?