By-Perspektiven

16/04/2023

"Grandma, I'm tired. So tired of this life..."

"Take your tiredness, my child, and wrap it around yourself. Like a blanket in the cold winter months. Tiredness comes to make you a nest, to bring you to wear comfortable clothes, to make you sink into its warm embrace. I invite you to stay within yourself. Without strength, without thoughts, without actions. Like the snow that covers everything to soften the world, to make it muffled, to protect it from noise. Accept the flakes of your tiredness and let yourself be completely covered by them."

"I could die buried under there..."

"You will be reborn instead. Like the seed in the ground. Do not resist your weariness, do not reject it with a thousand actions, a thousand intentions, a thousand feelings of guilt. It just wants to take you by the hand and lead you to sink into the void. Right there, where the source of every inner strength lies. They taught us to be strong by resisting. But it is in surrendering that the true heroes emerge."

"I'm afraid, grandmother. What if fatigue will annihilate me?"

"My child, you are not afraid of tiredness but of losing control of yourself. The time has come for you to give yourself to life. And to generate together with it the most wonderful children: the fruits of your soul!"

Author: Elena Bernabè

Picture by Magic on Flickr

30/03/2023

https://youtu.be/gFPazSsKQMc

We all know that moment of deeply upsetting bewilderment that pushes a relationship fight over the edge. It’s when we ask ourselves for the umpteeth time HOW...

28/03/2023

Es ist nicht
das Glatte, das
mich interessiert. Nicht
das Vordergründige. Nicht
der Schein. Nicht das,
was du glaubst
der Welt
präsentieren zu müssen.

Mich interessieren nicht
deine Masken. Mich interessiert nicht,
wer dir
erzählt wurde
sein
zu müssen. Wer du
versucht hast
zu sein, um
dir zu verdienen
geliebt zu werden.

Mich interessiert
wer du bist. Mich interessieren
deine Träume. Deine
Phantasien. Deine
Abgründe. Deine
Ängste. Mich interessieren
deine Brüche. Mich interessiert,
was du bereit bist
zu offenbaren wenn
du liebst.

Mich interessiert, ob
du den Mut hast
deine Tränen zu zeigen. Dann
wenn du trauerst. Mich interessieren
deine Zweifel. Deine
Widersprüche. Das Dunkle
in dir. Das
Unberechenbare. Das,
was du
nicht kontrollieren kannst.

Mich interessiert, ob
du dir selbst
treu sein kannst. Was auch
passiert. Ob du
deinen Gefühlen
treu sein kannst. Ob du
deiner Liebe
treu sein kannst. Mich interessiert,
ob du bereit bist
alles aufzugeben, wenn
festzuhalten dich
deine Wahrheit kostet.

Mich interessiert
die unlöschbare Flamme
in dir. Das Brennen
deines ureigenen
SoSeins. Das
Wilde.
Unangepasste.
Verrückte.
Lebendige. Mich interessiert
dein
zu dir
stehen. Egal
was ist.

Du bist
ein Wunder. So schön.
Hierher geschickt
nur mit einem Auftrag.
Du selbst
zu sein.

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Lyrics ~ Martin Uhlemann
Art ~ unbekannt ~ Danke

15/03/2023

https://youtu.be/IRKq8MvRyOk

All of us have over the years made efforts to become adults, it can be at once grating and dispiriting to be told that there might, nevertheless, be an ‘inne...

09/03/2023

“All the eggs a woman will ever carry form in her ovaries while she is a four-month-old fetus in the womb of her mother.

This means our cellular life as an egg begins
in the womb of our grandmother.

Each of us spent five months in our
grandmother’s womb, and she in turn
formed in the womb of her grandmother.

We vibrate to the rhythm of our mother’s blood before she herself is born, and this pulse is the thread of blood that runs all the way back through the grandmothers to the first mother.”

💜 Layne Redmond, When the Drummers
Were Women
🎨 Amy Haderer, The Mandala Journey Birth
Amy Haderer, Artist - Mandala Journey

08/03/2023

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