27 August, 2015
13 June, 2015
05 June, 2015
Summer over took the last weeks of fall weather today. I spent some lovely stolen time on the beach last week wrapped up in wooly coat and thick blanket breathing the cold sea air and recovering from pneumonia.
Now I am off on the road again. Riding on my favourite Deutsche Bahn; whose popularity has suffered greatly because of numerous strikes the last months. The person making announcements over the speakers is noticeably cheery.
The greens of the landscape is bright and lively. They have yet to change to deeper summer tones. I am first off to a meditation retreat in a monastery surrounded by woods. So much looking forward to the stillness.
May you all send shine this way and I will send kind thoughts to you.
29 May, 2015
28 March, 2015
Last week there was sea breeze, pennies, foam, and salt spray. Remarkable sensual sensory overload...
This week I am back in my winter cocoon clothing, padding my senses and straining my patience...
Back in to the structure of my normal every day life.
25 March, 2015
Maybe the numbers are a little different in other countries in Europe, but the sense of "otherness" exists all over. I thought I would post this video as a form of civic duty.
My dear friend, Charlotte, wrote a beautiful piece called "Radical Acts of Empathy" on the topic of sterotyping and otherness. Please read and comment if you wish.
20 February, 2015
Recently I was walking though Hamburg awashed in political posters and billboards for their upcoming elections. All of them pretty normal: the visionary, the steadfast, the game changer.
Then I stumbled over this poster...
A portrait of female politician from the conservative party. She is starring out of a golden guided frame hanging on a white sterile tiled wall. A black - orange froufrou dog sitting on a plastic chair gazes at her.
It leaves me speechless.
Four years of working with what was on hand, which was never very much (though it was oddly all consuming). Running after this opportunity or trying to pursue that possibility; which seemed a smart thing to do under such circumstances, but often enough didn't pan out. Running in circles. Hitting walls. Jumping over obstacles. Taking leaps of faith. Keeping my nose to the ground. Putting in the hours.
More than all of this, what counted were the kind and generous people on the way. Those that mentored. Those who quietly lead by example. The nay-sayers, who questioned my ideas and helped me test my resolve. The cheerleaders who bolstered me in those times of desperation. The ones who blindly believed in my abilities. Those whose lives touched me. Those who listened to my fears and aspirations. What a rowdy tribe.
Now, four years into my self-employment I have this amazing feeling of being the navigator of my own journey. To celebrate this, I am on the road visiting family and friends and doing business in between. Sweet! Who would have thought...
08 February, 2015
16 November, 2014
11 November, 2014
Love the visuals.
09 November, 2014
When the Berlin Wall fell, everyone living in East and West Germany was immediately affected. Lübeck, where I lived, was a “border” city and instantly flooded with East Germans. The disbelief and trepidation we all experienced seeing the first cars coming over the boarder was quickly replaced by elation.
07 November, 2014
28 October, 2014
26 October, 2014
Yesterday, a friend and I went to visit my daughter at her university a few hours drive from here. She started there in August and this is the first time we have been there since delivering her to the university gates during orientation week.
My friend rented a chic car to transport us and a huge amount of "goodies" for my daughter and a few gifts for her newly acquired friends. The absurdity of filling up a whole station wagon full of produce my daughter could, with a bit of effort, buy herself, was not lost on me.Thirty-two years ago, when I first came to Germany, I stayed for a few months at a friend's parents place. Their grown son, who was only a few years younger than I, came home every weekend from where he was studying and let himself be pampered by his mom.
She'd make him all his favourite dishes to eat, bake him cakes, and do his dirty laundry. By the time he was ready to leave on Sunday evening, she'd also have this care package for him to carry him over during the week.
Needless to say, my feminist emancipated soul was aghast. It took all of my muster not to make scathing comments to him as he was leaving the door with his duffle bag filled with freshly laundry clothes and the “muesli package” tucked under his arm. (I was after all a beholding guest in his parents’ home.)
I could only cope with the situation by saying to myself, “I will never indulge in such a wanton act of pampering once my children leave home! No, I will honour their well-earned independence. I will not practice such blatant and, let’s face it, easy appreciation-seeking practices. I’ll stand tall.”
Ha! The joke is on me. Yesterday proved I am perfectly capable of ridiculous levels of pampering. You know what? It was fun!
As an engineer, every time a new technology is developed I take some convincing as to its "worth", as well as it's potential for meaningful, appropriate usage. Up until now 3D printers were interesting and I could intellectually see their potential, but emotionally my heart didn't flip. This video outlining the social experiment Touchable Memories made this connect for the first time.
It is not necessary for a technology to make some sort of socially sentimental connect in order for it to be socially relavant, but it sure does help. There are some amazing applications for this technology. It's odd it has taken me this long to catch up.
13 October, 2014
14 July, 2014
The final game last night of the WM was wonderful to watch. For all you non-pulsed scoccer fans, it must seem an odd thing to say, since the score was 0:0 at the end of the normal playing time. Nevertheless, what a game!
(note: to google... if I am doing something wrong by placing the google doodle in this post today, please be tolerant. It was done in a sleep deprived state of jubilation.)