The Circle

Circle. 
A perfectly round shape with no beginning and end. 
A link between what was and what is.
A connection between you and me. 

You and I, we are both in this circle. 
Revolving around life. 
Sometimes a bit closer, sometimes a bit further apart. 
At times we dance, in other moments we fall.
We will return to the circle because we know that it carries us all. 

In this circle, I cannot not see you. 
I cannot not pay attention to the steps you take or look away when you fail. 
I cannot not hear your sufferings and cries of agony. 
Your life flows into mine and mine into yours. 
Your burdens will be my pain and your triumphs will be my joys one day. 
You and I – we are two parts of the same circle. 
Of the same humanity. 
I cannot not care or leave without breaking apart this inextricable connection between us. 

So I struggle with you all the way over here. 
My heart breaks as you walk through the valleys of death. 
Your screams of pain resound deeply in my soul. 
I wring my hands in worry and despair. 
I cry for help on your behalf and fear that it’s lost in the big void.
I grow weary, mad even, that no one seems to understand that 

In this circle, I cannot be without you. 
We are in this together, all of human creation. 
We cannot exist one without the other. 
And it’s only together that we can stumble – slowly but surely – toward the light. 


Writing for Five Minute Friday today. 

It’s difficult to watch the news these days and not despair at the state of the world with its crazy leaders, wars and so much suffering. Yes, we might enjoy ourselves on the bright side of life. Yes, we might have the privilege to turn off our phones and TVs. 

However, we have to realize that we’re all part of this. The people on the other side of our screens are part of the same humanity. And therefore we cannot not see them or ignore their pain. 

Please don’t stop making a difference for the circle in whatever ways you can. Read (like this inspiring piece), watch, talk to others, speak up. 
Please don’t stop holding space for both, the weird ambiguity of life. 
Please don’t stop caring and feeling all the emotions – no matter how complex they are.  

Observations from the sickbed

A couple of days ago, I tore a muscle in my leg really badly and have been bedridden for most of this week. This interrupted my usual speed of life, but it also provided me with some unexpected time to observe and reflect. I suddenly was more aware of the little favors of life.

When I waited in the ER for a couple of hours, I was entertained by some friends who sent me texts, jokes and good thoughts. We had planned to go out that night; instead, they bought food and cooked dinner over at my place for me.
When I went back to work way too early (and in a lot of pain), friends looked out for me and sent me back home to get well properly. They called or texted to check in on me and cheer me up.
When a package arrived, I mustered up my strength to walk down all the five floors to collect it, but when I opened the door, I realized that a neighbor had already carried it all the way up to my apartment – they didn’t even know I was sick this week.
When I hobbled to the grocery store in the middle of the day to avoid the busy hours with my handicap, an elderly man walks up to me in the coffee aisle. He doesn’t speak German or English, but with a bit of Italian and sign language I figure out that he needs help with buying the correct coffee for his wife. Together we “discuss” the various options and have a laugh over it.
When I suddenly had time to read in the morning with a cup of the, the most beautiful sunshine lights up my little reading nook.

Little favors that lit up my life. They made this week so much better than anticipated, despite my injury I was connected to the kindness of friends and strangers. I have received favors, and I want to pass them on to others. It doesn’t take much to brighten someone’s day and remind us all of our shared humanity – a simple but fundamental truth in turbulent times such as these.

What kind of favors have you received this week? What can you pass on to others?


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.

Little Life Savers

There are days when everything seems easy, work flows and you just cross items off your to do list.
There are days when life seems to stagnate and nothing seems to move at all. And then there are days when you can barely keep your eyes open at 8pm and your body just begs you to go to bed already.

We cannot always choose what our days look like, but we can practice how to react to unforeseen challenges and exhausting moments.

Last year, I was often burned out and couldn’t even name what I wanted or needed when I came home completely tired. I knew I was restless, but I couldn’t tell what would calm me down.
So I started writing a list of things that might help me. When I felt energized and rested I decided to prepare for the moments when I wouldn’t be. I tried to be as specific as possible.
Cooking some comfort food –for me, that would be potato dumplings and brown sauce.
Reading a book instead of staring at the screen.
Dancing to 70s music.
Putting on makeup, just for me.
Flicking through old photo books to remind myself that hard times with pass and the sun will come back eventually.
Writing.
Calling a friend and sitting on their couch.
Asking for a hug.
Staring out the window, take one deep breath after the other.
Taking a day in the middle of the week to explore a new city with an old friend.
Praying.

What are specific things you do to get yourself through challenging times?


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.

Pulling away the cover

During my morning meditation I practice to be still.
To listen to my breaths coming and going in a steady rhythm.
To calm my thoughts about the day ahead of me or memories from yesterday.
To listen to what’s around and inside me.

When I allow stillness to settle in, I suddenly notice a lot.
A train rattling by in the distance.
The oven clock ticking so much louder all of a sudden.
The first rain drops on the window.
The birds chirping in the trees on your street.
The wandering thoughts slowly by slowly returning to the present, sitting with me in that moment.

My life is filled to the brim with schedules, to do lists and worries. This world is full of unsettling election results, unresolved wars and so many question marks about the future.
My vision is blurred by too much action, but practicing stillness can help to adjust my perspective. 


There’s so much to discover if I allow myself to truly see.
To pull away the cover of busyness, planning and worry.
To give my undivided attention to the moment right in front of me.
To not shy away from the dark spots I might find there.
To always look for the glimpses of hope leading me towards the light.


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.

Leaving “Almost” Behind

I get it.
We want to know for sure, to have a definite answer.
We want to be certain of what’s right and wrong.
Almost is not good enough for us, we need 100%.

There’s safety in black and white.
There’s a community with those who are in.
We don’t want to be outside in the dark where everything is unsure.
No one wants to be left alone.

But what if we stepped outside the familiar realm into the great unknown?

We crawl through the dust and reach for something – anything – that will hold us.
Our feet touch ground we’ve never felt before. It’s uncomfortable at first, but it quickly warms up and feels soft.
It carries us to new places where we discover that there’s always more to the story than what we’ve known.
There are new voices, new perspectives, new colors.
The black and white picture suddenly lights up and comes to life in ways we’d never expected.
We confront giants and watch as they become companions on our journey.
We find others on this path to freedom.
We jump across the cliff and… fly.


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.

Little moments of rest

How do you know when you need a break? How does your body tell you that it’s enough and you need to take a step back? I believe that our body is a vital part of us and we should listen more closely to her.

For me, it’s headaches.

This morning, I woke up with a sharp pain piercing through my head, forcing me to lie down again instead of starting my day.
It’s Friday, the end of a long and demanding week. I had a lot to think of, many unforeseen tasks that meant long hours at work and very little time to take a break. Now my body screams to slow down and I’m a bit angry at myself for having waited so long.

We need periods of respite in our lives. And this starts with little moments of rest when we allow our mind and body to slow down and step away from the world for a moment.
Like eating lunch away from the desk and savoring every bite.
Like going to bed at a decent time and not binge another episode.
Like holding your face into the sun and let it warm you.
Like shedding a tear when the pressure is just too much.
Like doing one thing at a time instead of staring at multiple screens.
Like exchanging the phone for a book in the evening.
Like taking a deep breath when the chaos runs high.

It doesn’t have to be much, but over time these small things build a habit of listening and granting ourselves permission to rest in the midst of full schedules, minds and lives. They will still be there, but we’ll approach them differently.

What are your little moments of respite this week?


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.

You’re worth it

On Wednesday I felt like celebrating. I invited some girls from my book club over and enjoyed getting dressed up. I set the table with nice silverware and opened a bottle of sparkling wine.
We spoiled ourselves with salmon and burrata.
We enjoyed cocktails and toasted to our friendship.
We laughed at silly stories and nodded at shared experiences.
We shared a bit of life.

A table full of great food, conversations and life.


Yes, it was Valentine’s Day.
Yes, the news around the world still sound bleak.
Yes, it was in the middle of the week.

And yet, we celebrate.
We’re caught in comparisons and competitions (especially as women!), always modest and humble.
We take care of everyone but ourselves.
We believe far too often that we’re not worth it.
We’re surrounded by so much darkness, chaos, exhaustion and uncertainty, so maybe the biggest act of defiance is to pause for a moment, spoil ourselves and celebrate life and friendships in the midst of it all.


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.

Waste time well

Racing thoughts before my body is fully awake.
Ticking boxes on the to do list.
Scrolling mindlessly through social media, hoping for something– anything – to distract me from life.
Filling in paperwork at work while questioning what it is actually about.
Running errands with tired feet and an exhausted mind.

Annie Dillard once said, “How we spend our days is how we spend our lives.”

Sometimes I wonder if we waste our time by focusing so much on things that don’t really matter in the long run. By blowing minor details out of proportion. By continuing to run a show we might never have wanted to be a part of anyway. By allowing external factors to push us constantly forward. By keeping ourselves so busy that we have forgotten to listen to the essential, quiet voices in our lives.

I often wish I was more productive. I don’t mean hyper productivity or putting even more pressure on myself (I guess we have enough of that already!). What I mean is to tread carefully and take conscious steps into each day and task.
Do my work with room for creativity, failure and growth.
Be fully present in conversations.
Rest with intention.
Get lost in the good moments and waste time for the things that nourish my soul and relationships with others.
Hold still to watch that sunrise for a moment longer.
Use the hours and minutes that I’ve been given well.
Experience life in abundance with all its highs and lows.
Give myself enough time to feel it all.


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.

The work of the people

“Do you think I can still live here when I’m 30 or will the right-wing government have deported people like me?” a student asked me in history class last week.

A lot more anxious questions followed.
“What will I have to do to prove that I’m German enough?”
“Where should I go back to? I have no other home than this.”

“People like me.” – This means the majority of my students. Second or third generation migrants from forty different nations. Refugees from the horrors of the wars in Iraq, Afghanistan and Syria. People with stories of flight, persecution and the struggle to make a home elsewhere. Youngsters with questions of identity, origin and belonging. They have an immense treasure of cultures inside of them and have overcome so much to be here.

A debate flared up when the news broke last week of a secret meeting between right-wing extremists and conservative groups to plan the deportation of “people not integrated enough” in order to create a “pure Germany” (I put words into quotation marks because they often reflect Nazi rhetoric, which should’ve been banned from our vocabulary long ago).
This meeting is yet another peak of a long journey towards radicalization and nationalist ideals. It is one we’ve seen all around our European neighbors and other Western countries. It is a wake up call for all of us to realize that democracy is not set in stone and maybe more endangered than we’d imagined.

The fascist past screams so loudly in today’s news of secret meetings, populist politicians and openly extremist propaganda. The brown might have been painted over with blue, notions of “protection” and “conservatism”, but the message is still the same nationalist, fascist, homophobic, destructive poison.

Democracy means work of the people – and I am convinced more than ever that all of us need to do this work.

It could mean to march on the streets and demonstrate.
It could mean to show our faces and raise our voices.
It could mean to speak up when propaganda, fake news and half-truths spread in our conversations, news or online.
It could mean to realize that democracy should not be taken for granted and to educate others about democratic values.

As a teacher, I wonder what this would look like in my classrooms. What should we teach?

We need to talk about history and its terrible consequences
It might not be everyone’s favorite subject and for a long time, history has been taught as a mere collection of boring dates and facts. But when you zoom out and put events into perspective, you realize that the past has more impact on the present than you’d probably imagined.
We learn about the dark years of wars, and destructive concepts like racism, antisemitism and dictatorship.
We learn how the strife for national unity and belonging morphed into nationalism and exclusion.
We learn about the long struggle for diversity, freedom and human rights.
We learn about the accomplishments of peace, people’s power and modernity.

Learning about the past from multiple angles shows us how complex situations often were and still are, but also that life is never linear or without hope. And only when we make these connections, we can do better not to let history repeat itself.

We need to create space for emotions and the people behind them
The students in our classrooms are no automated robots but people with feelings. Growing up in a VUCA* world comes with a lot of emotional baggage and it is just all too natural that young people experience uncertainty, anxiety, helplessness and a lot of questions. Maybe even anger and frustration.

Before we talk about the big questions in life, we need to meet our students where they are.
This might mean to open up space for questions that won’t be answered immediately.
This might mean to allow room for raw emotions and tears.
This might mean to just sit with them in discomfort instead of stepping in right away.
This might mean to step away from the idea that teachers have to know and fix everything.

Students need a place where they can open up and process their unfinished thoughts and emotions. If they’re not allowed to think out loud or have to repress what they feel, it could cause great damage to their own sense of self as well as the people around them. Learning to recognize and deal with your own emotions is part of the journey to mature adulthood.
Our schools should become such places.

* VUCA is a term coined by economists to describe the state of our world. The abbreviation spells out into volative – uncertain – complex – ambiguous.

We need to practice and foster ambiguity tolerance
Merriam-Webster’s dictionary defines ambiguity as something “that can be understood in two or more possible ways”. In a world of heated debates and cancel culture, we have somehow forgotten to truly listen to each other and allow space for several statements to be true. We no longer differentiate between facts and opinions, algorithms have created echo chambers in which we only hear what aligns with our own worldview.

Instead of walking away when we hear dissenting opinions, we need to take steps towards each other, as uncomfortable and challenging that might be at times.
Instead of excluding everything that does not fit into our own picture, we might have to invite other voices to the table and let them tell their stories.
Teach how to check facts and classify different opinions.
Relearn patience to really listen to one another and ask questions before passing judgment.
Give ourselves time to think before blasting out half-cooked statements.
Invest in face-to-face conversations instead of energy draining battles online. Accept that there could be more than one answer and not consider this a threat. Seeing the whole spectrum of facts and opinions might open up a whole new perspective on the world and its beauty that is waiting for us to discover it – together.

Democracy calls us to do the work, everyone in their own homes, work places and public spheres. Shall we get started?

Take a step back

For several mornings this week I’ve woken up long before my alarm.
My body was still tired, but my mind had already begun racing.

In the dark everything seems to be louder and bigger.
Up close.
Tasks scream to be done right now.
Worries appear twice as big as they probably are. Fear creeps in and slowly makes its way through your whole body.
By the time, the alarm goes off I already feel exhausted and overwhelmed.

In moments like this, it helps me to take a step back and see things from afar. meet my emotions with reason. Examine where they come from and which role they should play in this moment.
Writing things down helps to untangle my thoughts and create coherence in the midst of chaos. Penciling dates in a calendar puts things into perspective. I realize what is mine to do and what isn’t. It allows me to get to work when needed, but it also gives me freedom to release the worries I need to let go of.


Writing for Five Minute Friday today.