Path of love

What a journey.
Deeply touched and moved,
shaken and alive.
What a journey!

A week of depth, breath, moving deeper...

People, touching me so deeply, ever so intense and softly, i am so moved, so wounded and healed in the heart...a new family...

SO thankful for this process...

And now I am finding myself where my joruney began sucha long time ago, in my hometome Oldenburg in the north of germany at my mums place (who is, as always, on holidays ;-)

You can reach me here at: Germany- 441 30665

It feels very very weird. Germany feels very, hmm, narrow, so many buildings, so many people and what a trip back...nonody told me that there would be a public holiday tomorrow (ah well, its always the same day, so i miiigth have known...) and that the city that i had to go through (bremen) is holding the annual german protestants week...hundered thousands on the road to where i wanted to go, just happening to be in the same train...YAY!!! so had a nice trip sitting on my belongings and hoping the best. ah well, not to mention that on the next train (to my destination oldenburg) a bridge gave up working and we were sitting int he middle of the fields for ages while my stepmum was trying to pick me up from the station, fighting with taxi drivers and finally giving up when i arrived ... so had another beautiful bustrip through the whole city that feels so unfamiliar familiar and here i am ...
It is ridiculuously green, fresh and soo so warm, it is a blessing, an early spring night, the birds singing, the sun setting late and i have this whole place myself...

and...I am devasteted...i lost my ipod, all my long collected MUSIC, on the plain from abu dhabi,...my music, not to be retrieved... it hurts! I think there is little that really is valuable for me... this was my therapy, my travelcompanion...a picture of my soul...