#TRANSLATE EYE SANDKORN FULL#
It was followed by gritting teeth and giving full throttle again professionally. The reluctance on the MurmelMeister blog was part of the emergency brake to protect me from slipping into a burnout again. It is important to remember that everything happens in it’s own time. You can’t help but regularly reassess the situation for yourself, listen to your inner voice and take good care of yourself. There is so much advice from setting priorities, facing challenges with care, calmness, slowness… And sometimes ist’s just “eyes open and going through it”. Writing, her form of expressing herselve, her creativity is the engine of her being.
She usually knows it as a bubbly, insatiable and rousing spring.
Professionally, she has often immortalized and remembered, but what good is all this if her everyday life occupies the majority of her capacity and rarely leaves room for breathing and creativity. Had the words ever found their expression or were they ephemeral, like everything else in life? But what really worried her was the helplessness with which she thought about lost words. No, she even enjoyed the freedom it brought. Where had all the words gone? It was not the emptiness that bothered her. From a distance, she heard a desperate cry for help. A packaging that wants to be revealed and experienced… a rich gift for and by us humans. For the individual, time is varied and yet exhaustible, but overall it is everything and nothing, because it exists even without our involvement. The one grain of sand in the eye that pinches us and demanded many tears, the grain of sand that shone in the sun… Grains of sand that traveled like wandering dunes. It is the many thousands of impressions that we received as gifts. Usually it is difficult for us to perceive the individual grain of sand. Steady time reveals whatever there is for us to live and experience on earth. And at some point we ponder our memories while we blow out the numerous candles on the cake. Over the years, we have drawn on the full. Later it is the greed for more life, and more, and more. As a child it was curiosity, the hunger for life.
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