When something new is emerging, letting go of the old, then there is so much beauty arising, even if it is vulnerable and feels overwhelming. But there is freedom on the horizon and it is the only way to live in the ocean of the heart.

“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien Even in the darkest places is a light within. Even in the moments of despair is a light of hope. Even in the coldest nights is a light that warms the heart. Even in the end is a light of new beginnings.

‚You need to grow a thick skin,‘ ‚don’t take it to your heart so much,‘ ‚life is hard and with your sensitivity you won’t make it in life,‘ ,pull yourself together…’ Do you know these kind of „well-intentioned“ advices? Or did you hear them from your parents since childhood? Or experienced them with friends while they gave you the feeling of being ‚too much‘? What if sensitivity is a super power?  What if highly sensitive people bring empathy into this world, into an environment of faster, bigger, more, of an environment of fears, worries and chronic diseases? What if sensitivity helps people because they feel really seen and understood? What…

I find myself questioning today, questioning my voice, the stories I want to write, the photos I take, the dream of creating a community and inspire people.I find myself questioning the whole path I’m going.‚What am I doing wrong? Is it my voice, the content or how I communicate? Am I good enough to do this?’ No, I haven’t the step-by-step guide, the checklist or the easy way to solve a problem, because I don’t believe in such a thing. I haven’t the rainbows and unicorns content, the show of how amazing everything is at any time… Life has thrown so many stones on my way that I can say:…

I dream that I can sit by the trees and feel the earth under my feet. I dream that I can listen to the leaves in the wind and to the sound of the flowing water. I dream that the trees having my back, that I can lean my face against them. I dream that my tears run with the river and the trees keeping me close until my sorrow is flowing away. I dream of trees protecting me, of water that nourishes me and a place that fills my heart with hope.

“I listened to my inner desires. I became who I wanted to be because I didn’t get trapped in other peoples ideas of who I should be.” ― Brendon Burchard Becoming is to learn, to recognize where you want to go. Becoming is to wish how your future will look like. Becoming is to connect to your heart and dive into it courageously. Becoming is to plant a seed and caring for it until it becomes your true self.

Life is too short to not follow your highest excitement. Life is too precious to have fear of death. Life is too magical to not connect to nature and to dive into the wonders of the ocean. Life is too joyful to not laugh every single day and wake up every morning with a smile on your face. Life is too joyful to not being grateful for the gift of being in this life. Life is too meaningful to have worries and sweating the small stuff, to be scared of things that will never happen. Life is too adventurous to not follow your heart and going on the journey of…

There was this old man sitting on the bench. He looked at the sea, to the pink sky the sunset was painting. When I approached him I witnessed a sad expression on his face and his hands were shaking. I wasn’t sure if I should talk to him, ask him if everything is ok but my inner voice let me do it.  „Is it ok when I sit down?“ The man looked at me and I could see tears in his eyes. He only nodded and so I sat down on, laying my camera just beside me. While I sat there, watching the sunset and thinking of how I could…