Year: 2015

Vanilla Chestnut Cream

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One of the things I love about spending Christmas at home is all the traditions linked to the festivities and getting to spend time with my loved ones. I love to light a candle on every Sunday before Christmas Eve, I love to open a door each day on my calendar until December 24, receiving my little surprise with as much awe as when I was five years old, I love the cookie baking and tea drinking and getting cozy at home and I love Christmas markets and sparkling lights and music and oh… Since the beginning of memory, winter with it`s fading light and shorter days marks a time of winding down, of coming to halt and of exploring the darker spaces of our existence, reconnecting with our roots and the essence of life. With the festivities approaching, this immanent exploration of the dark together with our rising excitement often leads to challenging confontations with ourselves and our loved ones. For me, one way to step back and remember the true essence of this time, …

Delicious Sivananda Cookies

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Only last week I was wandering the streets of L.A., with temperatures rising as high as 40 degree, a glistening sun blazing down on the city, and roads to Santa Monica clogged with people heading for some beach time and incredible sunsets. This week I find myself back in Munich with temperatures as low as below cero, having left my love behind once more. Hence, my arrival requires quite some adjustment, physiologically, psychologically and of course, emotionally. However, the more stability I find within myself and life, the more I come to love the seasons. After the excitement and abundance of summer, autumn winds us down, making space to turn inward and preparing us for the halt that is winter. It is in this setting that I have chosen to complete another Yoga Teacher Training with Patrick Broome. Forever thankful for yet another experience of growth, learning, letting go and friendship, honoring the warmth inside of me, the cold autumn weather outside and the lineage that brought me here after all I decided to make some yummy, …

Near Away

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On the night before you left, we didn`t get to sleep. Never again, I told myself and you, I would burden our love with an early departure, knowing well that come the time of choosing between the luxury of a slow goodbye and saving what little money we have, we would probably push that promise into the back of our minds. How often do we need to let our mind rule over our heart until we decide to change our course? On the night before you left, we didn`t get to share sweet love, there was no space for deep embraces and soft kisses, nor murmured whispers of devotion. On the night before you left, we packed and ravaged until early morning hours, departure inhabiting every cell of our bodies, as if we wanted to press all the things undone, unsaid, unprepared into the last remaining minutes together before…. I remeber lying down next to you, putting my head to rest on your shoulder, as if I wanted to hold on to this body, heart …

Tunes for June ♪

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  I use this playlist in 75  minute classes that go through dynamic sun salutations after some warm up and take it deep and slow towards the end. However, it works quite well for other set ups too. This months favorite is definitely Going Home by Ásgeir, it touches my heart every single time I hear it and when it comes up in class I always feel it gives the moment a different quality. Musica para la vida. Enjoy ♥    

The Unexpected Is Sometimes The Best.

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Sometimes all it takes is diving into the unexpected. Our apartment was going to be occupied during the weekend because we were thinking that we would spend the weekend at my grandmothers house. Only – all of a sudden – we weren`t . My grandmother, who always received all of our big family, friends and even friends friends warmly in her big house, a hot soup on the stove and fresh flowers on the bedside tables, wasn`t feeling up to it. Shortly before turning 90 in February, she found herself week and anxious, something we all ascribed to the ‘big day’ but has never left her fully since. Being thrown back to the little girl I intuitively become towards her, I refused to acknowledge this new situation and the possibility of her being anything but happy with us coming didn`t even occur to me until she found the courage to tell me herself. So here we were, with no travel at hand, an empty bank account and in need of a place to stay. As …