The Manifest




































On the road. Bursting with love. The feelings come back. With her entering my door right before the changes of the years, the flow of friendship starts overflowing. Every day I get to see more and more of my hearts from my journey, some unexpected. Some with more love than I could have thought. In tears, holding each other, connections rebuild and strengthened in such beautiful colors. 
I look at the sky, I can breathe again. I can feel again. I can be me. I’m being loved so strongly, so openly. 
The night was late like the one in the changing years. I open my eyes at noon, just like in the changing years. I’m tired. I look at my phone. I receive a message Good Morning my Love. ♥️ tell me if you would like to have a coffee. I will love to bring it to you. My heart is jumping. Did she feel me waking up one floor down in front of the chimney? More hearts. I’m up. Out of bed, a bit fuzzy in my head I walk down the stairs to make my beloved cappuccino. I touch the handle of the door, she opens from the other side. With tears in her eyes she hugs me tightly. Thank you so much for being here. For listening, for reflecting me so much. For this unique connection, the sharing. Not only talking but living the connection. I start crying too while she’s still holding me in her arms. I didn’t have such a beautiful wake up in a long time. I look at her. I’m so grateful. Thank you for having me here. In this most beautiful house in the countryside under the winter sky in your chimney room. Last night, the night of reflections we needed from the other side to bring out our tears now and then. 
Only a few days ago I wake up with tears in my eyes for my love leaving. The first step, the next right with me, giving me her all, moving far down South in the night. To her. These days living together in total synchronicity, in connection, calming my soul, bringing out my hurt as my love. As in the journey before. Southern Germany, Switzerland, Albania, Georgia, Czech Republic, Hungary. It’s all there back. Camino de Santiago. On our way. She calls from the other side of the world. Sri Lanka. I listened to your tears. It touched me so deeply meine Lina Maus. Everything connects. Coming and going, staying we reconnect in different times and spaces for the better. For a deeper, stronger love. I can breathe. Again. I can live. I can feel I can be me. Whoever that is. Thank you Love. 



 

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