Routine and predictability bore me and I strive to be as unpredictable as I can be, as a person, a writer and a photographer. This
Category: a writer’s soul
On the Eighth Day of Xmas: A Death in the family
The weather could not have been more beautiful today in Berlin – pristine azure sky and a gorgeously warm sun that shone in my face
On the Seventh Day of Xmas: Angels
May the Angels in their beauty bless you.May they turn towards you streams of blessing. May the Angel of Awakening stir your heartTo come alive
On the Sixth Day of Xmas: A different wonderland
You are probably scratching your head and wondering what you are about to get yourself into with a title like this. No, it hasn’t snowed
On The Fourth Day of Xmas: Cookies
If you recall my Christmas torture list from the other day, there is one item that I purposely did not include, and that is the
On the Third Day of Xmas: Children are not goats (2020 version)
I originally published an earlier version of this article back in 2016, before moving to Berlin had even surfaced in the horizon. Four years later,
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