Changes

The mornig started with some to do’s. Finally, I left the apartment for a stroll through the city. The Selarón Stairs are just a stone through away. This time, I climnbed them till the very end. Along the stairs, they offered some good Caipirinhas. Couldn’t get me into it; still not easy with drinking alone. Back down, near the last steps, I sat down for a while, watching the scene and wondered. It was about 15 months ago, that I sat here the last time, together with my dear friend. How much happened meanwhile! Back then, I had no idea, I would be here again, certainly not that soon. 

15 months. Such a difference! A lot of dreams, a lot of wishes, for sure. But, back then, no that kind of plans, not at all. I think, it al started about 10 months ago, when I – for good reasons – decided to sell the house. The impact it had on my social life was not unexpected and yet a kind of overwhelming. I still try to find myself back on this path. Just the idea brought a lot of space in my mind (and a lot of pressure to my schedule:) Thus, there on those stairs, the question: what exactly brought me here, now, again? These stairs, which first connected a community and now whole the world. What do I hope for? What is my quest for the next years? What will become the knots in the timelines of energy- and materialsflow? Which songlines I want to follow or to create, and with whoms will they be interwoven? Will I be able to organise some impact, the next years? Then, wandering through these questions, I walked for hours. 

Back in the apartment, I took my Aborigina, mandala workbook for the first time out of my backpack. Which elements might I need for my own drawings?