Ideas in the Shower Part II

i am sure i am not the only one getting ideas in the shower. trying to hold on to them for as long as you can while you still have shampoo in your hair isn’t always the easiest task.
i was just browsing the internet looking for nothing in particular… and i found… this:

how cool is that?! someone finally did it!
now i only have to figure out how to get my hands on one of these… and my showers will be a lot more relaxing.

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Food for the Soul

i got lost in Jack London’s The Call of the Wild again… usually i don’t like quoting others on here – i try to avoid it as much as i can… but this, ah, it’s just too beautiful.

i can never ever get enough of this passage… thank you, Mr. London.
i want to bathe in those words… maybe some of you will understand.

Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.

Full Cycle

in the blink
of an eye
a trifle
can become
overwhelmingly powerful,
can throw you off track
at blinding speed.
but when you
take the time
to calm yourself
and breathe
breathe deep,
you may realize
the coincidence
which led you here
was meant to be
when you have the courage
to open your eyes
you’re better off
than you were before.

Dear Clean Sheets,

how i love your company.
you do not only entice me with your wonderful scent, but you also seem to be able to alter my dreams – for i never have nightmares after i relieve your cousins from duty and make you take their place.
i always feel so refreshed in the morning, after the first night we spend together.
i wish i could experience the exquisiteness of meeting for the first time every day, but i’m sure if i did that, my washing machine would have words with me. that poor guy would have to work overtime… just for my pleasure. consider it a no-go.

it will still be a few more days until we meet again, but, until then, be certain i’ll be thinking of you.

the comfortable sleepyhead

I did it all for the Belly

isn’t it just wonderful how certain things just pop into your head sometimes and make you laugh?

i had a conversation with a good friend of mine today. we haven’t seen each other in a really long time and for the past couple of days, he’s been trying to get his computer to work so we can video chat for a bit. no luck so far.
he told me he gained a couple of pounds while he was away and since he’s always been rather slender, i’m curious what he looks like now.
so today, i did him a little favor and ordered him something that will surely make it easier to get the computer working properly again.
he always gets a bit grumpy when i do stuff for him… but in a good-natured way. it’s funny when he does that.
so, of course, he asked me why i did it… why i felt the need to help him out.
and this line popped into my head…

“I did it all for the belly.”

we laughed.
i love when things like this happen… how the little things can brighten your day in such a huge manner.
i am thankful for my friend and that i get to spend time with him again.

oh, and i also think that “I did it all for the Belly” would be a somewhat great book title.
i’ll definitely think about it.


kind, gentle eyes
reflecting centuries of wisdom
skin, papery-thin
wrapping delicate hands.
you’re so small
and so precious,
you have known me all along.
i would hate to see you go
but i know
it’s sunset already.
make sure you fall asleep
content and warm
and dream of the ones you love(d).

let me know
when the time comes.

Return(ed) to Sender

so familiar
easy and truthful
as if it was yesterday,
the day before the storm.
memories tip-toeing,
sneaking back
to warm the heart.
to find you with soul
after these years
of hardship
shows your true face.

it is so hard
not to say the words.

you never cease to amaze me.

For the Treasure Chest…

i love getting mail. packages in particular. it always makes me feel like a child when i can rip open a cardboard box and stare at the goodies inside.

and once again, i couldn’t resist.

i discovered these two children’s books a couple of days ago… and they were so lovely, so beautiful and spoke so much truth, i had to have them. i didn’t expect it to be so easy to get my hands on them (since i’m in germany and the author is not), but surprisingly, it was. hail the mighty web!

so, Mrs. Jamcracker, i am delighted to have these two in my possession. thank you so much for sharing your wonderful stories.

new additions to my treasure chest! i am thrilled!

Dear Laundry Detergent,

once again i am amazed by your superpowers.
not only did you manage to get the ink stain out of my jeans (it was a tough one, i know), but you always manage to make my laundry (and with that, my appartment) smell most admirably. you never complain, no matter how bad it gets.
i have to admit i’m a bit jealous… i wish everything i touched would instantly start smelling this good, but i guess not everyone can have what you have.
you’re a winner.

thank you for not letting me down. i feel uplifted and refreshed by your presence.

the one who spills

Dear Post-It,

a member of your family died today. my deepest condolences.

you know how much i love to use you and your cousins, aunts and uncles for my enjoyment… i write quotes that i like on your colorful surfaces and stick them to my front door… that way, i can always lay eyes on you before i have to leave the house. i enjoy your family’s services very much.

i know you, too, get older… and die eventually. the cycle of life.
this is what happened today. i think it was your aunt (the post-it was pink), she couldn’t hold on any longer and fell down. she lived a long life.

i am sorry for your loss and i have to say that it isn’t easy for me to see her go… but i figured it was her time.
please be assured that she will have a proper burial. i loved her, too… very much.

you, your family and friends will always be welcome to try a spot at my front door… it is a happy and meaningful life, i promise.

thank you so much for understanding and again, i am sorry for your loss.
she was wonderful.

best wishes,
your aunt’s mourner

Dear Cold Feet (Part II),

it seems a miracle has happened. the sun must have finally opened her mailbox and found my letter inside, for she is showing her face today.
i couldn’t believe it either.
i will now release you from your wooly prison and let you bathe in the warmth and light for a bit. i keep my promises.

let’s hope this lasts.

the resident from above


if you are lucky, there is someone – or maybe more – who will leave an imprint on your heart.

you only have to see them once, maybe twice in your life, but you will never forget them.
there are times, when they will pop into your mind, totally unexpected, and just thinking about them will leave this warm feeling in your belly… it will make you smile. it’s the understanding of souls, when two connect, it will be for life (and beyond)… no matter if they’re around you or far away. the cosy feeling remains… and it can be your blanket, if you let it.

i am lucky enough to have an imprint or two… and i treasure them.
i hope you are among the lucky ones as well.

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Dear Cold Feet,

i really do understand why you’re doing this.
i know the expression ‘cold feet’ is usually used to describe an uneasy feeling, but right now you’re just cold… and i don’t feel uneasy.
so sorry to have to put you through this, i know this time of year you don’t expect to be covered in thick socks and maybe you’re a little mad at me for breaking the rules, but i can’t help it, it’s not my fault. i already wrote a letter to the sun, asking her what was wrong, but so far… no reply.
so as long as she doesn’t react, you’ll have to endure me covering you up… and i promise as soon as the sun peeks through the clouds, i’ll release you. you have my word.

i wish you would find it in you to just warm up and stop giving me the cold glare. please consider it.
nothing i can do… we’re in this together.

the resident from above