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There’s snow in April…

There’s snow in April…

There’s snow in April…

…our world seems to be upside down and still so normal.

People are buying flour and oil and pasta, as if they want to be prepared for a starvation period while others lose their homes. 

It is so ridiculous to see…

As if Covid is not enough we face one tragedy after the other and still, instead of being kind to one another there’s a slightly boiling diversity under the surface.

Equality is what we are asking for but instead once again humans are not treated the same. Haven’t we learned? Shouldn’t we know better?

What worries me most is the disappearance of natural common intelligence paired with the rising greed of wanting it all, preferably at once.

Germany declared officially the pandemic does not need any more regulations and it is insanely called freedom day in a country, that has been free all along since decades.

Who says something else may check in their mental health because no, we were not living in a dictatorship during the past two years!

In Ukraine people are devastated and the word freedom is used with the real sense of it! They deserve a freedom lifetime, not only a day, and all what happened there has been caused by dictatorship and a greedy man who can’t get enough of what? Power? Land? Money? A man who is capable of this disaster for a whole nation based on lies is no man, he’s a poor little person unable to be himself enough. He belongs to a psychiatry but instead he traumatises others.

This world has so many similar stories and whenever you dig deeper you see that the suffering of many is caused by only a few. These few are having the power but why?

Why are we not able to stand up against this injustice? Why are we not able to stop this insanity?

There’s snow in April and the world outside my window looks calm and covered and peaceful, but I know that it’s not.

One neighbour will start to clean the walkway in front of his door, the next will put salt on it and the third will walk over it until it’s firm. Some will put little stones on to prevent others from slipping but not because they care about others but because they don’t want to be sued. What world is that?

Neighbour A will not go one centimetre into neighbour Bs area because you never know how the other person reacts? Is this a true story, indeed. But why don’t we just simply talk to one another? Hearing and listening instead of guessing seems to be out these days.

We are so free that for me it seems odd.

It’s like an overdose of freedom which turns out to be the opposite of good. We love sweet treats but if we eat too much we will be sick. You know when you raise a child that you should show them limits, mostly to prevent that they hurt themselves but also to understand how to use their freedom.

If that is properly done you hope that your child turns out to be kind, to be empathic, to help others and look after where needed. That’s the plan. But this plan didn’t work out for some and they need guidance and kindness and help instead, they don’t need power over something!

A Putin is a lost soul as are so many others, it will not help anyone if he’s in power. He’s like that child who destroys the toys of others when he’s not allowed to have it himself. And that’s the dangerous part, because a child can be guided, we can be there with all of our love and support. But this man should have developed responsibility and he didn’t, as an adult you can be held accountable, so why does this not happen? 

Taking these people down is what we should do instead of celebrating them.

Everybody out there who celebrates tragedies needs to be taken down, how can we celebrate that fathers are separated from their families, how can we celebrate that children lose their homes, that women need to flee, that trains separate people by ethnicity, that political parties who clearly neglect human rights are existent, that unspeakably sick politicians rule countries. 

How could that happen? Again and again and again.

Shouldn’t humans be wiser, shouldn’t we learn instead of making it worse?

Rosa Parks would be devastated as would be Sophie Scholl, Anne Frank would tell Martin Luther King that this world is lost.

Are you raising your voice to be heard?

I ask you to stand up and look around you, are you kind? Do you do good? Are you listening and hearing what the people around you are saying? Are you using your voice to go against injustice?

We are no longer the children who learn, we are the responsible generation to stop this madness for the sake of our children!

There’s injustice? Stand up and speak, don’t let it slip away because this short moment gives the wrong-doer the confidence to do it again!

And while doing good, take care too, there’s aside of all this war and madness still a virus out there, even though you don’t hear lots about it anymore. Kindness starts when you protect others, so wear your mask and take ownership if politicians won’t do it – because we are capable of being responsible and we are in charge! If not now, when then?

Just yesterday Ramadan started and these 30 days of spirituality should be used for becoming a better person, for being kind to one self and one another. Even though I am not religious I fully support the sense behind because every one of us needs time to reflect and to evaluate where we are and where we want to be. Who are we and who do we want to be. It’s never too late to adapt and change and become better, right? So what are we all waiting for?

This world get’s colder and I no longer wonder that there’s snow in April…

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Week 10 of quarantine and night of destiny in Ramadan

Wow, we made it already to week 10 of this crazy corona quarantine and more than 3 weeks now additionally with a fasting husband at home.

If you ask me how I feel – a mixture of insanity, being tired, running out of ideas for our son, trying to move forward with my yoga teacher training, keeping the mood bearable, when will this be over???

As I know my husband since 2011 we are I guess one of the lucky couples who knew each other already well enough to “survive” a lock-down and a quarantine with no real end in sight (why has this virus to be so greedy – it’s enough little covid, time for you to disappear, please!).

As parents we were put into the situation to be…yeah, to be parents still, right? I need to admit that we are currently in the very fortunate situation to be at home, so no worry about how to get work done while having to take care of our son, this helps immensely and I remember my home office days with him around me too – if you are able to complete 50% of your tasks with your child at home then kudos (it’s like reaching level 200 in Super Mario I guess). I can’t say thanks often enough for platforms like pinterest to give us idea 196 for DIY projects with a 4 year old but also need to mention one book which gave us lots of inspiration and great times already.

Recommended so much (and no cooperation or link where I earn something) – I bought it just because I discovered Laura Brand on Instagram and her ideas are indeed magical!

I’m not lying – there are days where I want to hide under the blanket the whole day watching nonsense on Netflix uninterrupted because I cannot face this world anymore. But then a little hand reaches out to me and I know I cannot. These times are scary and uncertain but my fear is nothing to teach my son – his childhood lays on us and we are the ones to build memories for him. I want him to remember this as a very intense family time, a time we spent happily together, walking through the forest, discovering snails, searching for flat stones to draw on at home. This is our destiny, isn’t it? So we have to make the best out of it!

And writing about destiny – today is day 71 of our quarantine and tonight is the night of destiny in Ramadan. My husband told me last night and shame on me, he tells me each year the meaning but I often forget the whole story behind. As a short explanation:

Allah the Almighty states in the Holy Koran: “Surely, we sent it [the Koran] on the Night of Destiny. And what should make thee know what the Night of Destiny is? The Night of Destiny is better than a thousand months. Therein descend angels and the Spirit by the command of their Lord with their Lord’s decree concerning everything. Peace — so will it be even at the rising of the dawn.” (Surah al-Qadr, Ch 97: V 1-6)

So tonight will be the night of great blessings where god (Allah the Almighty) showers his mercy upon faithful believers. In the Koran it’s said the revelation of the Koran began on this very night. Especially in its last ten days there has been the a showering of blessings and mercy in the month of Ramadan.

If you want to read more in depths you can visit this site:

The Night of Destiny

When you know my blog you know that my husband is muslim whereas I am not – we live very well with these different beliefs but of course we discuss lots. But what we also do, and that’s I guess is the most important, we support each other in what we do. So when he is fasting during the month of Ramadan I adapt (not always to his mood 🙂 but to the schedule) and I like some of the rituals. We should spend a peaceful night tonight and there’s nothing wrong with that. Maybe there are angles, a spirit, a higher force – I am not the one who judges that. Especially when you raise a child together you need to treat each other with full respect and that’s what we do.

As yogi I believe more in destiny in general – not linked to a certain religion. There surely are shifts and I very often use the sentence “it was meant to be” and that’s what I belive in. The choices we make are made for reasons and they guide us to where we should be. If it turned out to be a direction we don’t feel fine in then we take it as a lesson learned and move on.

This is also the way from my perspective to treat this quarantine. Of course I made plans in the beginning (10 weeks ago), we can do so many great things as a family together. And of course this didn’t work out. There were days where I was struggling so so much with anxiety and panic, there were days where our mood was only enough to stare at the TV in disbelief of what’s going on, there were days where we stayed in our PJs from dusk till dawn and that’s OK. If it already taught me one thing than to let go. Letting go of trying to be strong when I feel weak – both are vaild and both are essential in life. Only when you know how it feels to be weak you can be strong.

Tell me, how do you experience this quarantine? I’d love to hear stories from around the globe because one thing is for sure:

We are all in this together!

Stay safe and healty

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Do I have to explain my life?

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Do I have to explain my life?
I recently asked me this question as I found myself in the situation of always explains that it’s not like that, that it’s different, that it’s not as they think…
What was it about. It was because I met my fiancé who’s not German. Even worse, he’s also not fitting into the European picture as he’s from the unknown continent Africa. Mystical stories about people there are in the heads of the common German or even in the heads of the common European. And for my story it’s even worse. Not only that he’s not European, he’s also a Muslim. All cliches existent, you can be sure I heard them already.
Where is he from? From Libya. Oh god, you will soon be sitting completely covered on a camel in the desert. Yes, that was exactly what I planned for my life was my answer. You can only reply in a sarcastic way to stupid comments like this.
But what I realized in myself was that each time I was asked about him I was already answering in a defensive way. Yes, he’s from Libya but he doesn’t want to marry me for a residence permit. Yes, he’s Muslim, but he’s open minded and it’s ok for him that I’m not religious at all. Yes, he has a big family in Libya but they will not influence him not to marry a non-muslim.
I saw myself acting like this and questioned myself. Why am I answering like this? Am I thinking the same way, are these my hidden fears? Definitely no. We talked hours over hours and are both completely aware that we led different lives up to now. I’m living on my own since years and was raised so freely. He was always close to his family and surrounded by them. As long as you are unmarried it’s normal to stay with your family whereas for me it was normal to leave when earning the first own money and to start a life on your own. Religion plays a big role in his life, which is even bigger as we are at the moment within the holy month of Ramadan. Whereas for me religion was present in an easy way from childhood into the teenage years and as adult I decided that Christianity is not my path and I signed out officially. So I am without any religion at all.
But, and this is what we realized very quickly, even if it seems so different from an outside position, we are not too different. My family is so close to me. We are not living together, not even in the same city, but if we don’t hear from each other like we are used to we feel incomplete. There are never more than two days without contact and news or changes or questions are discussed with my family before anyone else will know. And for the religious part, even if I don’t have one it doesn’t mean I’m unbelieving. I have values in my life, which I’m believing in, most of them already taught by my parents, who still are Christians, but I see them as values of life itself. Being honest, truthful, good to others, not cheating, not stealing, not lying, never harm anyone, don’t kill, don’t do something to others which you never want for yourself, and, and, and…
These are common values in life which also exist in each religion.
He met me like this, I found so many good things in different religions but I also found parts in them, where I cannot say that I agree on them. What I try is to live in the most valuable way I’m able too and to find inner peace with myself. Wherever this way leads to, I will see. And he is completely with me as he knows that I’m not worse than one with an official religion. You will find good and bad people everywhere, this is no proof.
He is him and me is me and we are happy that we found each other – so more more explanations why, how, when and where!
Maybe I write some day sitting on a camel, who knows…