Morning Train

>> Saturday, May 29, 2010

Wake up. Bunny slippers. Is there sun today? Turn on the water pot. Check email. Check facebook. Shower. Rummage through suitcase to find clothes. Enjoy coffee. Breath. Layer up. Walk to the train. Insert 2.10. Insert self on train. No seats. Find something to hold. Look ahead. Eye contact. Old lady who doesnt smile back. Punk kids beside me giggle. Did I turn off the water pot? Homeless man selling newspapers. Business man selling soul. Stress anticipation. "Einsteigen Bitte" Hearing deutsch. Hearing spanish. Hearing english. Song in my head. It all sounds the same. Train jolt. He bumps into me. Quick eye contact. "Entschuldigung". Eyes closed. Exhale. My stop. Doors open. People pour in. I pour out.

Where am I going again?

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Dont Stop Believing

I have been moving around again, a lot. And this year it all comes full circle.

Last year, about this time, I made a wish for a place to stay for free. I did it again. And sure enough Berlin delivered right on cue. I am frankly enjoying answering questions about my life because most of the time it just sounds so absurd. This story begins: " So I met this guy at a concert and he offered me his place to live in for two weeks while he took an impromptu trip to India." There is so much magic here its hard to know where to start. The fact that I had just asked Berlin for help, the fact that my needing a place started the day after he left town. The fact that the place is in my favorite neighborhood in Berlin. The fact that the place is filled with good vibes and guitars. The fact that its been exactly a year since Ive been able to spend a little time living alone. The magic is really in the extras. And the extras come in spades making my doubt when times get rough, downright absurd.

Ive been looking for my "home" in Berlin. The one I can call my own. I have found that while I love to travel and explore, my soul needs a center from which to spin. And while I am so VERY lucky to have so many couches on offer, I would do well with some space of my own. So with all this magic afoot, despite my vacillation between personal exhilaration and desperation, it seems crazy to stop believing.

I have been taught all my life that "faith is the evidence of things unseen". Ive never been good at believing when it makes no sense. I like sense. Its something on which I often lean. But the deeper I go into this quest for self and life and meaning, the less "sense" is being provided. Something else is going on. And so I take a senseless stand and know that my home is on the way....

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Self Esteem

>> Saturday, May 15, 2010



I have been a little stuck in my own head lately. Ever since my Deutsch Sprach course I have been feeling a bit more like a crazy person then usual. This communication thing is a big deal. There are basics, then there is nuance. While Im moving towards being able to handle the basics, I can still neither use nor even spell nuance in German. Its been said to me that the more languages you know the worse you become at all of them. Anyone truly multi-lingual will agree. But Im used to being good at expressing myself. And honestly, this is hard on my self esteem. Its hard not to feel eloquent.

Then there is culture and all the differences that come with that. I messed some things up lately, things I would have known exactly what to do about in the States. But I didn't know here. And I made the wrong call. For the first time Im starting to wonder if there actually is anything common about sense. Or anything that everyone "should" already know. Im trying to accept this. But its hard not to feel smart.

The work thing has been up and down. Say its about the economy, tell me its because Im in a place where I dont speak the language. But in the end, Im not used to feeling so dependent on others. For information, for help, for a place to lay my head. I am as prostrate and dependent as I have ever been. Im trying to look at it as a season, believing that something else must be on the way, that its always darkest before the dawn. But in this moment, I cant seem to move anything. And as odd as it seems, Im not unhappy, just a bit confused why in the external sense nothing seems to be "working". Its hard not to feel capable.

And at the end of this rainbow I am asking myself where my self esteem is supposed to come from. I feel sure that it should transcend circumstance. But beyond that, from where should it be derived? If its not about what's going on around you, then it is about what you do. And if its not about what you do then its about who you are. But these days the list of things that make up "me" that I've always known no longer includes the above. So what if Im not capable, smart, eloquent? What if those really arent me? What if there is something else, something more that I should base this thing on? Not my circumstance, and not the things about me that aren't always true. So what should we base our self esteem on? Think about it. Whats your list?

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Mirror

>> Sunday, May 9, 2010



Do you every wonder what holds the line between dreams and reality? And what if by chance, you found a key to unlock the barrier. Would the lines between asleep and awake perhaps begin to blur?

Would you be: inspired to live

or afraid to dream?

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