FLYING HIGH LIKE A KITE

Photo by Brandon Bynum on Unsplash

 Following an invitation from cake and camera who was mourning for and pledging to preserve the art of blogging, I now take my time to write another blog entry. The last one was written in January this year when I was realising that I hadn’t completed my tiny tales of the countries Tyson and I visited on our Balkan trip in 2017. Three quarters of a year later it is definitely time to expand this little universe.

I neglected this blog although it was my “other” home, too. Not only an invitation for someone else to come and drink a cup of tea with me, to follow me on my trips or to immerse themselves into my thoughts but a place where I can share these thoughts, stories and pictures without tuning them to get a like, a heart, another follower. It felt not as rigid and compressed and not as targeted as Instagram and Co. It let my stories breathe and fly.

Somehow, this autumn, and maybe also as a small result of the pandemic and various strong emotional states, I feel strangely and unmistakably drawn to writing poems and short texts. Hallelujah! For years I would have to discipline myself to get a story going, to pull those words out of my head and my heart – it was more work than passion. I know that to have a passion is to work for it, to work really hard for it. Usually, the only exception to this feeling of “work” was when I was writing emails to my best friend. In them, I could be brutally honest with myself without being judged. I could be sending a stream of consciousness and still she would perfectly understand me. I could and still can really be me.  

However, I am happy that these past weeks the words just keep coming at me, they fly around me like kites in a park and I can pick and choose which one of them I am going to unleash next.

I plan on making this blog a little more honest and personal again.

This is also why I introduced the section “Poem of the Week” (left hand side). I am curious as to what your thoughts are, send them my way! Send a counter-poem, or continue what I wrote, send questions, answers, and everything in between. Send words.

Thank you, Cindy, for yet another inspirational motivation.

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