ForschungsRaum WUT 28.01.23
ForschungsRaum Bewusstes Fühlen
2023 biete ich monatlich den ForschungsRaum Bewusstes Fühlen in Freiberg/Sa. an.
NaturCoaching Flyer
Ich befinde mich gerade in der Ausbildung zum NaturCoach und evolutionären Prozessbegleiter. Im Rahmen der Ausbildung biete ich kostenfreie NaturCoachings an. Mit Jörg Hermann trete ich in Sachsen auch gemeinsam als NaturCoaches in Erscheinung.
Hier sind unsere Flyer in Postkartenformat, die im Umlauf sind:
Motiv Tropfen, Vorderseite
Motiv Tropfen, Rückseite
Motiv Wald, Vorderseite
Motiv Wald, Rückseite
Here I am
Here I am
a center point in the vast mostly-imperceivable universe,
the only thing I have ever experienced being.
Biologists tell me that all day long my body’s cells die.
And most of my body is made of bacteria, which aren’t even me.
And half of my cells are from my mom and another half my dad.
Because I was born I caused changes.
I breathed and moved the ways I wanted.
I caused change.
I had change caused in me.
I let it happen, except for when I did not.
Where is the originality of life?
Is everything recreation?
What am I really? Am I what my physical body composes?
Is my physical body what I compose?
I became a scientist of life.
I held my breath to see what would happen.
I breathed again when it stopped being fun.
I observed the blood of my cut til it dried.
Sometimes when my tears fell, the salty drop ended up in my mouth.
I came to notice I exist in many small parts.
I am how I wanted to be, whether I wanted to or not. What power do I have?
I take a deep breath
Breathing in – I am alive
Breathing out – I inter-am
All there is, or seems to be, is
Inside of me
And outside of me
Here I am.
Am I transforming into the next thing I will become?
How does it work to let go, really go? They say it so easily.
When you let go the next door opens.
How to let go, when all I know is so true to me. Clinging on me like a second skin. This is me.
Here I am.
Scientist tells us that all cause has effect, everything is related to each other.
Why don’t I relate to you? Why it is so difficult to be with you? Who am I to be with you?
I take a deep breath
Breathing in – I am alive
Breathing out – I am here
With you
With all that is
In this vast now.
All directions are open to me
And I could exist in all of the directions.
Where do I step next?
Here I am.
The elements alive, within and without me,
Sometimes cycling predictably,
sometimes in hazardly chaos.
What do I go with?
What causes which effect?
I breathe.
I drop my attention from my mind into my feet, even though it doesn’t get there.
Here I am.
Here I am.
Poem Circle November 2022, Wheel of Life, Bridgehouse Bavorov
Nicole Hartley-Bradford, Gabriela Fagundes, Isabel Schrepel, Christine Dürschner, Leonhard Geupel, Martin Salanda
The responsible father
There is a little light in the dark –
a light that carries on through time and space
I feel the pain of separation and still
I am connected with you
and I cry,
because you do what needs to be done.
The path ahead is full of terrors and dangers
and still, you do not take it as a burden
you take it as chance such that love can happen.
Honoring the past, by honoring your past, your upbringing,
full of destruction and pain, of suffering and blame.
and I cry,
because I am with you in your pain.
A star comes in ease.
The gentleness and curiosity of life is ahead,
I chose.
I chose to move further into unknown territories,
selfish it might appear, and yet it is neccessary.
Living full out, whatever that means.
Seeing you failing forward, not knowing, falling, standing up again,
and I cry,
because I see my hero failing, my inner compass dying.
There is a little light in the dark,
a light that carries on through time and space.
As star I shine the dark. As path I walk the ground.
As pain I spark the unknown for the care, because what needs to be done is me.
Moving stone towards the hill as love falls on the earth.
I care and cry for the pain
and blame what I wasted on the path.
There is little light in the dark.
With love and pain I recognize the magician in you,
when you work with wood,
see the warrior,
when you stay strong while we are crying.
You may not know about those things,
you do it, because it feels like the only thing you can do.
You are like me, blood of my blood,
you are my mirror,
feeling such a pain.
No words will do justice to what swells in my heart
I dare not speak lest I diminish the power of this
I dare not name it lest I break the magic
Behind you I see shapes, shadows of ancestors behind me in the mirror, mine appear
Fed by what is arising inside me, this too this unnameable something
is drawn forth through each of them to the next like
the water of small springs meeting each other and forming creeks, rivers and at last an ocean.
We are the result of the love and fear and hate
the mistakes and sucesses of thousands.
The glint of light in your eye reflects the whole sun star.
There is a little light in the dark,
a light that carries on through time and space.
When I´m with you I find the space and time
I create the space and time
As the nature cavitate on the one egg, life,
I cavitate in my self the possibility to be part
Part of your dreams, parts of your shadow
Part of your heart and part of your path
I create the time and space to the love unfold
When I let myself connect with you
I continue to walk the path that you lay down for me
Poem Circle November 2022, Wheel of Life, Bridgehouse Bavorov
Leonhard Geupel, Christine Dürschner, Nicole Hartley-Bradford, Gabriela Fagundes, Isabel Schrepel, Martin Salanda
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