It has been said that the chains that bind us are mostly self-manufactured by our own self-esteem and pride. Personal development is an uncomfortable journey upward and into the unknown, if only we dare.
Day 54 of 365~
Image taken in the entrance to the old tea house in Kashgar, Xinjiang
Are we living in a time where up is down and down is up? Has our value system transformed beyond recognition? Has the fine line between good and band become a highway?
Isn’t it time for a reset? Or has it already begun?
Day 50 of 365~
Image taken in Limburg an der Lahn
Its a natural law, everyone must sleep. But where do we go when we sleep? We surrender completely to a process we know very little about and lay in a still state recharging as part of us travels to who knows where! And then don’t get me started on dreams!
Day 49 of 365~
Image taken of a bird flying over the river Lahn
In a world where impressions and information bombard us from all directions as soon as we open our eyes in the morning, how do we make sense of what is happening in the world?
In a single day you hear of a president resigning, a new scandal unfolding with another president, a child shooting other children, Olympic Games, your own private messages and communications, other local news, advertisements in your mailbox, and so much more to process in one single day.
Makes me wish for a life when news came from watching a starry night sky (as a friend mentioned she did yesterday to start her day), a walk on the beach, a meditation, a good, long and deep conversation with a good friend…
How great it would be to see the world from a higher place, at least once a day.
Day 46 of 365~
Image taken from a balloon at sunrise in the magical kingdom of Myanmar.
In the speed train that is our lives, it feels so good to make a pause, survey the terrain, look at where we have been, evaluate the journey traveled so far and decide on the direction of our next steps.
These blog posts are my daily pause. What is yours?
Day 44 of 365~
Images are of my daughter in Germany taken a couple of months ago.
We get so busy with life that we ignore death. We celebrate distractions, the things that make us avoid the question of our own mortality on this planet and all the time treating something as natural as death as we would an avoidable inconvenience.
I wonder if this great fear stems from our lack of education, our inability to handle the unknown, not coming to terms with the inevitable, or the way our lives are more and more based in materialism.
Day 43 of 365~
Images taken somewhere on the Shanghai underground
Magic lives in every moment, all around us and it just waits to be captured. It’s as simple as that and when we are about to capture a moment we want to treasure, we just know it. We feel the magic as our finger presses the shutter and we just can’t wait to see the result because we are at that moment so sure that this moment was worth capturing.
On the love of photography~
Day 40 of 365~
Image taken somewhere in New York
One of the greatest fears might be to one day realize one is insignificant. To have lived a life that touched no one deeply, to not have loved passionately, to not have given for the sake of giving and not to have believed in something much greater than oneself. And scarier even than all of that is to have lived without ever meeting or knowing who we are.
Day 39 of 365~
Image taken somewhere in New York
Some days it feels as though it is just impossible to catch up with all what we task ourselves to do. It seems as though time is standing there as a slave driver and a grim reaper screaming: “it’s later than you think”. On days like that I take a deep breath and remember that the sun also rises tomorrow.
Good night lovely people out there~
Day 33of 365
Image taken in Brooklyn
Today’s dwellings are in and around time. Stories of our lives follow a time line running through today between yesterday and tomorrow. As much as we want to touch and be in tomorrow it is always out of reach today. And so is every story incomplete because time carries it through to tomorrow. The human story never really ends does it?
Day 31 of 365
Images taken on New York bridges