The Light of The Black Forest


 













I wake up. The beautiful sun in my face. The first days of the new year have been more than I could have asked for. 

From one event to the next, from one friend’s place to the other. Open arms everywhere, warm welcomings and love declarations that were sheer bliss, heart melting and encouraging for everything I am. Everything I see in this world. Everything I want in this world. One week week in an amazing large house in the fields, surrounded by the woods, a chimney in the middle of the living space I was lucky enough to spend with my sweet oh so caring friend and her two lovely dogs. 

Every day being around her feels like an awakening. Like I can just be. Just exist. We flow naturally in synchronicity. All fears, all anxieties, all behavioral patterns inherent, forgotten with her. When I wake up, she’s making the fire. She hugs me tightly, gratitude in her eyes if she hadn’t already offered to bring me coffee to bed. Tears would rise up my eyes, feeling her energy, her unconditional love towards me. I start making my first oat cappuccino as she’s already boiled the ginger. While we share our thoughts and feelings the dogs are in our flow. While the room is becoming warmer she gets ready to go outside with the dogs as I get on the mat. The noon slowly arising we find ourselves in the open kitchen preparing our first meal. Everything the basement, fridge and cupboards have to offer we cut, fire and cook, again in perfect synchronicity. Sitting on the table twice a day, sticking our fingers into all the delicious treats, stacking them up our plates, giggling away, criticizing the simple men’s life, connecting in our hearts to the journey of life, knowing that we have each other’s backs. I feel home. I have from the moment I walked in until this morning waking up only before 10, the sun in my face; going to sleep to her voice asking me if I was ok in this big house alone. Offering to immediately come back if it made me feel uncomfortable, opening my eyes to her good morning. Again. Even that she’s not here in person it feels like I can’t miss her anymore. How she touches my heart. How much appreciation she has for me and the courage to tell me every day. To be vulnerable, to be compassionate, to be her beautiful self. Attentively every day she nourishes me, gives me everything I need, I’ve missed or thought about. 

Snow and rain in the sun, the wind blowing strongly in my face, the snowy rain soaking me, cold to the bones, I smile inside, walking towards my cozy place where the chimney is waiting for me. Including a cozy couch and my home cooked meal. My heart is light and happy. Another place that makes me feel at home, not at last because of her. And her two energy twins, jumping into the garden. It’s already dark. Feels like the day is over again. A few last hours together. My eyes getting heavy as if I’ve worked for it when it hasn’t even been 10 hours awake. This shall be the same for my last day that I spend in total quietness in my routine. One last walk in the winter sun to make me tired. Moments of bright lights I find myself speeding through the night. 160km/h. On the autobahn. To the next country, my next friend. We’re laughing, I tell them my stories, they’re laughing with me. I find myself at a gas station in tears of laughter about the ridiculous prices. It seems contagious. Paying for the toilet he ushers me through. It seems I’ve become the low budget solo travel girl as the two business guys ask me for my career. Proudly I tell them that I’m at my peak. 


When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep 
Dreamed of para-para-paradise 
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes

The landscape is flying by. In the coach number one. Three times I’m changing. Number one. Double one. The sun is coming out, shining in my face. They brought me home, gave me space. If you need anything else just contact me on the app. I find my towel on my own bed, in my own room. 
Back in the west, I keep being surprised since I opened my eyes again that kindness and love that keeps reaching out to me. Everyone serving my needs unintentionally, intentionally, from the heart. The train is moving. The seats are big and cold. So is the outside. My heart is smiling. She’s waiting. It went well. Next stop: Brno. Czech Republic. 

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