Hej, ich bin Lili,
herzlich willkommen in meinem Rosengarten!
Ich liebe Rosen, ihren wunderbaren Duft und die zarten Gelb- und Rosétöne. Und ich habe mir selbst einen Rosengarten versprochen.
Solange der noch in meinen Träumen auf mich wartet, hege und pflege ich hier die Blüten meines Geistes.
Auf dass sie wachsen und gedeihen - und in der Hoffnung, dass auch du Freude an ihnen findest.
Welcome to my rose garden!
I truly love roses – their wonderful scent and soft shades of yellow and blush. And I’ve promised myself a rose garden.
Until that dream becomes reality, I’ll nurture the blossoms of my mind here, hoping they grow and thrive – so that you, too, may find joy in them.
Wie ich bemerkte, dass ich eine Lebenskünstlerin bin
Recently, I was struggling and kept asking myself if I fit into a group of ambitious writers, related to an arts club, I had been attending. There were two voices in my head, strange arguing. Both going back and forth – questioning my understanding of (my) writing.
Me: Come on, I’m not an artist – and I don’t even want to be one! I’m not interested in editing my texts and making them feel kind of artificial. I use my writing as a tool, I just want to express myself.
Other me: Fair enough! …(thinking)… But – isn’t that a proper definition of being an artist: expressing yourself?
Me: Mmhh, really? Maybe, but I don’t want to put a label on it, setting up expectations… I don’t want it to sound so meaningful, right? I just want to be me!
Other me: Ok, you mean… like me, like in meaningful?
Me: Wait, what is going on here?! Feels like you’re leading me into a fucking dead end?! Please, stop it!
Hours later, both of us still caught in our loops, going for a walk.
To our surprise, we discover some remaining snow, sparkling in the sun. Childlike joy arises in our hearts.
Unfazed by the cold, the gnarled fruit trees stretch their bare arms towards the blue skies. Day after day, year after year, they adapt without bending, always fitting perfectly into nature’s eternal cycle of resting, blooming and bearing fruit.
Fresh, icy air flows through our lungs, touches our face and awakens all senses. How good it feels to be alive! How all thoughts move… grow… transform…
And then, all of a sudden, me and other me becoming one voice:
Omg, what if everyone, by default, was an artist? What if the purpose of life was to find your very own, unique way of expressing yourself? Playing around, not taking it all too seriously? No limitations, just freedom?!
You know, this was the moment I decided to make life itself my art. I became a *Lebenskünstlerin*.
And, ok, I have to admit, I love editing (my) texts…
März 2025
Awakening in March 2025 Spring has undeniably arrived.I can sense it without opening my eyes.The air smells like newborn sun;birds sing songs of freedom and fertility;wrapped in fuzzy joy, I’m lying in
A session in early autumn
Eine meiner ersten Sessions während meiner Coachingausbildung war echt krass: Ich erlebte tiefste Einsamkeit und erlangte größte Freiheit!
I am drowning into the depths,
into darkness,
into nothingness.
I am
Another try
Lange hing ich in der Luft und wusste nicht so recht, wie ich mit meiner neu entdeckten Spiritualität umgehen soll. Hier schreibe ich darüber:
Writing in a café. After trying for ages
