My travels: Bieszczady Mountains. Expat Meditations.

You stand at the door into this land, looking over Lake Solina as it melts into the evening sky, and remember – this was the promise of forgotten dreams. Bieszczady Mountains, the magical land at the very end of Poland. For many, at the end of the world.   Green hills sink into the blue…

Contemplating the promise of upcoming spring

The coming of spring is fresh in the air. It drifts and wafts through the universe. To me, more than any other time, this is the most perfect time to be making promises to our future selfs and our future lives. Not in the dark December nights, when the old year tips off the edge,…

The missing half – the story of growing up in a little phantom town.

This is the story I wanted to tell throughout all of my life. It followed me from the playground of my childhood to far places in travels of the world, and into my expat life. I finally found the chance to properly connect all moments and experiences together, in a process of slowly threading the memory beads onto a string of…

Expat hopscotch in Dublin, Ireland: reflections in life past.

I spent last four days trying out my old skin – putting it on, seeing if it still fits. This was the first time since moving away from Ireland to Germany that I flew back there to visit and remember. Reflections awakened by the experience of being there prompted this little post, as well as…

I used to think that vulnerability…

…. should be banned from my life. Doors and windows closed. After all, who needs an expression of what I saw as weakness in my early days? I turned the corner on that later on, after my life showed me the vulnerability mirror over and over, and over again. It is always important to do all…

Love Letter to a Friend: The first one

You were the one that gave the beginning to all my other loves – do you know that? You were the first stranger, a new face, an unknown voice – to become a family member in my handmade, handpicked family of friendship and love. Step by step and month by month, after coming into my life…

Seasons in-between

I love those in-between seasons.. First golden leaves on fresh green grass, silvery fog traces in a pale golden morning, first whiff of autumn – peace of mind.. First shy flowers in the rainbow of color, looking up from in-between snows, first quiet song of a dawn bird, pre-spring, pre-song, everything so still in the…

On Saturday 14th of November, Europe woke up changed

The change is palpable in the air. It overhangs like a dark cloud. You can hear it in peoples’ voices, telling one another “they will not shut us up, life must go on, freedom cannot be taken away.” The sound of defiance and that of fear, hand in hand. Change is everywhere. It took me…