My Spiritual Ego - Morning pages einer Erwachenden

And so I stand once again at the Marshrutka station, a cappuccino in my hand in a city that I’ve laughed and cried, loved and suffered, enjoyed and hurt.  This city is infinite. As my host had just picked me in front of his house asking me where to, taking me in his car, dropping me at the station, my heart moved of such selfless kindness closing the experience of only one shared evening here at the dirty but well beloved station this morning. “You’re the best guest, I don’t do this for everyone”, he says, hugging me, getting into the car honking the horn, waving goodbye for the last time. I can feel tears rising into my eyes. All my memories coming back, good and bad, emotional ups and downs with people I love, I used to love, who love me, people who thought they loved me and who only pretended to love me. Memories of great joy, happiness and deep love for the right and the wrong people. The sun is shining bright on my face.  Only yesterday I spent the last day with my brothe...

Christmas Day. Mein Brudi bei mir, Winterwonderland, unterwegs in den schneebedeckten Winterbergen des Svanlandes. Mit Mama und Papa und Cousine und anderen wundervollen Seelenlichtern, die uns begleiten möchten. Strahlender Sonnenschein, schneebedeckte Gipfel, Wege, Tannen, Sträucher, Türme. Eiszapfen so lang wie Dolche, scharf wie Messer, spitz wie Nadeln hängen von den Felsen und den Dächer der Berghütten. Das Land ist in eine heilige Stille getaucht. Ein Traum wie man ihn schöner nicht träumen könnte am Heiligsten aller Abende. Ein Jahr neigt sich dem Ende. Mein erstes Reisejahr. Und so kommt mein Bruder aus unserem Zimmer und überreicht mir ein Geschenk von Papa und eine Karte von Mama. Vorsichtig nehme ich es aus der Tüte und befreie es von dem Plastik. Ich berühre das Buch, was sich mir in meiner Lieblingsfarbe offenbart, Türkises Stoff, silberne Seiten und Lettern zieren den Buchdeckel. Ich bekomme einen Klos im Hals, Tränen steigen mir in die Augen. “TRAUMLAND SWANETIEN”. Trau...

Mazeri _Svaneti It’s been four months today since I've entered this magical country for the third time, the longest time so far. I’m sitting on the back of a horse - Mimi. In the middle of the Great Caucasus. The air is fresh and cold. The snow around us glittering in the sun once it’s working her way through the thick clouds moving through the mountains bringing the first snow. The surrounding astonishing, breathtaking. Rocks covered in moss, the high snowy peaks of Ushba and his friends around us covered from pine trees carrying the first snow. Magic. My guide for today - Bacho. Part of the family of the guest house. He put me on the back of Mimi. After I’ve been served hot Khatchapuri out of the oven with homemade marmalade for breakfast. What a start into the day. He introduces himself to me, asks me for my name and explains in his broken English that he has a horse behind the house and if I wanted to come outside with him after breakfast. And so    I did.  Just when ...