It was early on Easter Sunday. The still cold air filled my body with life while jogging in the park. Birds were chatting with each other all over the place. The sky was cloudlessly beautiful. I ran. I listened to nature. I relaxed. Easter Sunday, I thought to myself, is supposed to be a day, which we should spend with our beloved ones. Then I went further into thinking. Whom would I be with on this beautiful day? What would I be up to on the day, which has a profound meaning for me? The day of renewal.
My son was still locked down in Austria. I had no access. At the same time, it was my aunt’s birthday. And my little cousin, whom I had not seen for a long time, had asked me to visit. It was a two-hour-drive. Still, it would be great to meet up with her and together we could even visit our aunt, who lives close by. Thought it, showered, put the presents in a bag, and on the street I was.
It felt good to get out of the place of alienation. Yes, I feel alone. Even though I am still working with clients, even though I am still meeting friends for walks in the park. And even though I participate in life just in the same way I did before; just by being me, being connected to myself; just by respecting the others around me, being connected to the environment; just by communicating with the voices in between the obvious, being connected to Gaia.
I, the connected being, felt so isolated, as if something, like a huge stone, would keep me away from breathing, would not allow me to live my life any longer, would keep me away from the other beings. What was it? I was puzzled. The reason for the notion of puzzledness was, that everything felt so strange even though my way of being had not changed all along.
I did not know that the answer to this feeling of loneliness had already been with me during the last weeks. And I did not know as well, that the very day, Easter Sunday, the day of renewal, would teach me this lesson, would open my eyes.
The road was empty. I was alone on the Autobahn. Where was everyone?
The phone rang. It was my cousin. “When you arrive,” she said, “can you park the car 200 meters away from our house? And can you…