What if we could play instead of struggle? — If suffering brings us closer to ourselves, it serves us to become aware of who we are. We would lose connection to our uniqueness and beauty as soon as there is only ease. How is it possible to see black in black, or white in white? And what if everything…

I SEE YOU (IN) ME CHALLANGE — Dear friends, thanks so much to all the replies after my last story. With all these conversations we had after I wrote “the nightmare”, an idea crossed my mind and I tried to note it down (as below), then passed I this exercise on to my clients and friends. Let’s…

Time to choose. — I sat by my window. My exhausted face had stiffened, not one smile. My sad eyes stared into the dark, not one tear. My exploited heart felt petrified, not one emotion. My tired mind stared into the void, not one thought. “What is it?” Gaia asked. “Leave me alone,” I…

Thank you, You, Me, Universe! — To each one of you. I must admit, I would love to create a change of mind about what it means to be therapist or client. Being therapist means not hard work — it rather is comparable to a beautiful walk on a sunny day. …

My only wish. — It was midnight. Some nights before Christmas. Gaia came visiting. And she carried something. A present. It was neatly wrapped. And it changed color, size, and moved as she approached me. “Merry Christmas.” I heard her say. “What is it?” I asked. …

The most beautiful of all moments. — If our whole life could fit into one single moment. Because time and space do not exist — are an illusion. Then yesterday has already been today. And today would already be tomorrow. If so, that would mean, that the entire story of your life. Would be exactly the one. …

Father, Son and Holy Spirit — Affirm, Deny and Reconcile. — Father, Son and Holy Spirit — Affirm, Deny and Reconcile. Yesterday, my friend had to let go of his son, who had suffered from cancer. He said to me how wrong it felt, to see the son die and live on as father. On the other hand, he was happy…

Life is a playground. — “Try to go back and memorize, child,” Gaia spoke. “Go back to your childhood and remember. Remember the first butterfly you came across, the first raindrop that softly touched your nose, the first time you breathed in the scent of a flower, the first steps you walked barefoot over sand…

A way to change — oneself and society. — This is a story on how to deal with scapegoating. Felix started crying, the very moment I asked him, why he was here. Felix was a young man of about twenty-one. He was tall, handsome, well-dressed and one could tell that he was of privileged upbringing. Still, his posture showed…