Return of the Waterfalls
















In the sun starting to walk towards the light again. Crossing the border for the first stop. Switzerland with my loved ones. All of them one by one coming to see me. How long will you be in Basel? I hear the question again and again. Unexpected from different sides. How do they know ? More friends coming. It seems the love is moving with me. The first third. 100 together. In this with my dad. The beginning of life. My life, a new life. Like the last weeks a mere shadow of my past as if it didn’t happen to me. The deepest pain I was carrying with me for so long, breaking my heart into tiny pieces, broken open, vanishing within moments in front of my eyes when I forgive myself, start moving, going to new places for magic moments. Magic moments unfolding right in front of me over and over again, bringing me guardian angels to watch over me, to be with me, to follow me, to hold me. 
This world is just so much more beautiful with you in it. My world. I’m so glad that you are in my life. I love you so much. You are such a wonderful person. The time with you is always so amazing, so fulfilling and inspiring, eye opening and safe! With you I can be how I am, I am being recognized for who I am and loved as a person. Thank you for being-there and your beautiful ways. It’s so good to see you happy and safe with people who care about you. 
Messages coming through, moving my heart. 
Voices, calls, more and more from the ones I left. From the ones I chose to leave behind, they know. For the ones I chose to welcome in my life in magic moments. He comments: Life is so beautiful, exciting moments can happen again and again every day, you just have to see it. This is what I chose. Inspiration. He’s writing. Now from my writings. Every day he’s there. You can know anything you want from me. The others are only here for the day and then disappear into the ghost world that I sent them to. 
As the next week is unfolding right in front of me… Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday. Coming from Germany and then through the world. Where are we going? I look at her. It’s time for the camp. We wanted to go together. Maybe now I will follow here. No need to be alone. I want to be with everyone as they connect one by one unexpectedly joining. 
Perfect synchronicity. Hiking up, moving maybe even a bit too strong for the first bit, the blistering sun shutting down my system, my breath heavy, the view stunning, our beautiful third one comes to join the picnic. As the day passes by everyone’s eyes getting heavy, tiredness all around the house, we’re cooking dinner all the family joining together at the table. The Fierce Five. Deeply connected nsynch. All cleared, going silently into different directions. The chair, the grass, the couch, the table. The sun slowly disappearing it’s becoming quiet. We are. Exhaustion. As the magic moment becomes a tiny bit more magic in the picture that connects him and me. I took three pictures. One of them is you. You’re great. It feels like you’re my spiritual companion. I’m looking forward to your experiences. You’re already good for me. I don’t know why but something is different. My eyes become heavy from the day. The night. My new age. 

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