Respect for the Four Elements

Sipping water drop by drop, The elixir of life will never stop. – A river swells by heavy rain, A flood brings many a pain.   Inhaling, exhaling the air day by day, Oxygen filling one’s lungs all the way. – Hearing heavy winds howling, Protected from falling trees by housing.   From caveman’s fire to our barbecue, Never having raw food to chew. – Firemen rushing like diligent ants, At the scene of the fire in fireproof pants.   The soil feeding us for thousands of years, Early sprouts chasing away winter fears. – A landslide’s menacing roaring, Too late to...
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Let’s Define Miracle

In the old days people used to be afraid in winter that plants will not sprout in spring, so they put up various evergreen plants like spruce, fir or holly in hope they can preserve plant life like that. I am talking about ancient pagan rituals which through Christianity developed to Christmas festivities the way we know them today. Nowadays we do not have fears like that. We take spring for granted. We do not see it as a miracle anymore. Science provides reasonable explanations for the spring phenomenon. And yet, when I saw the first leaves in the forest this spring, when I touched the tender light...
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To Have Friends One Has to Be a Good Friend First

Imagine our planet would be a planet of friends. Imagine five friends set up a date to meet over cakes and coffee. They are supposed to meet at five, but the organizing one allows the other four to be late. He waits patiently for half an hour and then orders a chocolate cake. Instead of being impatient and angry, because somehow he has hoped that at least one of the four would show up a little after five, he enjoys the music in the coffee shop, observes customers and waiters and the time flies. At a quarter to six the first invited friend shows up, and at six the second one. They chat joyfully till...
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How I Get Inspiration to Write

I try to publish a new blog post every fortnight, but I do not force myself to do it, if there is no inspiration to write. One post every second Monday amounts to about 25 texts a year, which is my usual amount. If you check the last two years, you will see that I only posted 15 times in 2017 and only 7 times in 2018. I embraced it. I believe inspiration is a gift and should be treated with gratitude, when it happens. But, of course, I do not make my living by writing, which makes this whole thing possible. I always expect the inspiration with joy and fear, the fear of not getting one before two weeks...
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