I hike, I climbed the mountains like a goat. I skied fearlessly down black diamond slopes, yet I am not good with heights. Put me on a ladder and I will climb up like the wind, coming down, that’s a different story. Continue reading
Tag Archives: dreams
How can you come that close?
The dead, the sick were so far away. Many of them in cities I once worked in or studied at, when I was young. I knew the threat was real, and so I stayed home like most of us did. Continue reading
Happy New Near
“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. Continue reading
Go to sleep now and rest
We are all so optimistic, even the pessimists. Every night we set the coffee maker, lay our clothes out for the next day and then we go to bed and trust we will wake up the next morning to a new day. Continue reading
Strict Supervision- Friday Fictioneers

Photography by Al Forbes
His eyes were sparkling when he showed me his bargain.
“Only one is ours and it doesn’t drive -it needs some work,” my husband explained to me cheerfully while I almost had a heart attack. Continue reading
Dreams and Wishes -Friday Fictioneers
I watched “Easy Rider” with all the other girls from boarding school. I sat in the old movie theater in the South of Germany, and my mind was made up. Continue reading
What About Us?
For more than a year now
do I sit here and listen,
to all what they say
about hopes and dreams. Continue reading
Have you just forgotten to be Happy?
I follow so many bloggers who seem to be struggling with their own identity. “I feel lost,” that’s a statement I have read over and over. It always makes me wonder what happened to them. How can you get lost, if you are always there? Continue reading
Daydreaming
We all know the feeling when the rest of world around us just disappears, when we sit there in silence, in our favorite chair and we start daydreaming.
Footprints on my soul
They walk through my dreams every night
Haunting, silent, an essence just beyond reach
Supplying all I need and yet supplying nothing Continue reading