October

When I imagine myself as an old woman at the end of my life and ask myself how I will evaluate my time here, there is only one question that concerns me: Did I love well? 

There are a thousand ways to love other people and the world – with our touch, our words, our silences, our work, our presence. I want to love well. This is my hunger. I want to make love to the world by the way I live in it, by the way I am with myself every day.​ ​

(Oriah Mountain Dreamer)

Mein Fenster zur Welt

Was bleibt draussen

was dringt ein

hängt sich hinter die Stirn

nistet in Nächten

wärmt den Tag

legt sich als Träne

auf die Scheibe

was bleibt draussen

was dringt ein

was verdunkelt die Sicht

was erhellt meine Welt

(Annemarie Schnitt)