A rose that does not want to die.

There is a rose in a vase in my flat that - by all means - should be long gone. It is now well over a month old. There is no bloom anymore but... a part of my roses's stem stubbornly stays a lively green. And a couple of days ago a new branch started to sprout. By now it is about 4 inches long and proudly carries small and very green leaves.

A gardener might say that this is normal. To me it is not. That little wonder of nature touches me and it makes me a bit melancholic to think that, maybe very soon, this little sign of life might fade. There is something that I want to take with me and always remember when I think of that flower. It is this: Never give up.

Weird or waking up?

For the last five years, I have experienced life from an increasingly unusual perspective. It has come to a point where some people think I am weird. Others believe I am finally waking up.

Need an example? I am convinced that every human being can heal absolutely everything. But as of today most of us have not learned how to do it, yet. I feel that I am part of a Universe that loves us and never judges us. I therefore defy anyone telling other people that we are born as sinners and have to live with guilt from day one. I am certain that we are here to learn to love ourselves and others and enjoy our existence! Because a world without hate and fear is a world without war.

Weird? Awake? It is all a matter of perspective. More to come.