unknowingness

I could probably write a thousand songs starting out with „Who am I“ and „Why am I here“. It gets dull when I think about it. Like is...

What is the story that I tell myself about a version of me that is inexhaustibly joyful and in love with life? Who am I then? Where am I?...

I met my higher self again. It’s been a while since I last saw her physically on the astral plane. She has been replaced with spirit...

It’s funny how when you’re descending into selflessness you end up having very little to say because you actually don’t care about self....

Sometimes I feel that the world is right below my feet And sometimes I fear that I am not enough for it Sometimes I feel so funny,...

How hard can it be to feel… How hard to communicate what’s actually going on? How hard to be honest? How hard to stay strong. When...

Lila’s death is in many ways the worst thing that had ever happened and keeps on happening to me. The greatest loss I’ve ever felt and...

Once more I am surrendering to unknowingness. Not knowing what to write about, not knowing how I feel or what to say. Not knowing where...

Behind me her candle is still burning. I lit it while she was still breathing and the vet had just arrived. It felt like the right thing...

Unknowingness. I chose this name because it was supposed to remind me to write from a place of emptiness. I believed that this was where...

Just when I was about to spread my wings and fly again, this tiny little creature found her way into my life. Someone found her inside of...

We’re constantly shifting. Shifting from one energy field to the next, shifting internally between different emotions, thoughts and...

I am the universe speaking through you. You are the universe speaking through me. It is all one theme - one galactic being encountering...

Emptiness. Nothingness within somethingness. There’s always something as long as I perceive. I perceive because I am aware even when I am...

I am a student to all of this just as much as you are. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’m gonna write about ever. I just allow it....

Coming into fullness. It’s like allowing all to come alive without knowing how it might turn out. Without knowing if I’ll be able to hold...

Timelessness. Wonderfully nothing. Containing everything. Letting go and letting in. There is nothing really happening but life unfolding...