From Glastonbury

Greetings from Glastonbury. I am back in this delightful town and the sun is with me, blue skies most of the days. I enjoyed walks on to the Tor and into the Abbey Gardens, actually I am a member of the Abbey Gardens now, I can sit and stroll around as often and as long as I want for one whole year. Already taking advantage of it nearly every day.

But first I want to connect back to my last post. My time in Berlin developed beautifully. My friend Don came to visit and we enjoyed some cycling in Berlin, exploring the main landmarks of the city and rediscovering (for me) some places I had not visited for a few years. Then the Baltic Sea was calling, I did not feel energetic enough to go for another bicycle trip, so we tried a combination, we rented a car big enough to store the bikes in, and drove north to the Sea, on the way we visited friends, indulging on fresh fruit from their garden. Then we camped on a small island, Poel, near Wismar, the Darss and on Ruegen, the island with the famous white rock (Kreidefelsen). At most of the places we enjoyed having the bicycles to explore, get closer to the beach to rest, roll in the sand which I love and swim in the sea. I liked that we could get to new places a little faster with the car, a nice effect was also my becoming more confident in driving again which feels important for me at the moment. As my full time travelling is slowly coming to an end, I get the feeling that I want to live in the countryside and imagine that I will need a car from time to time.

And then I was off to Scotland again, for a workshop week in Findhorn. On the way, I spent two nights in Edinburgh, particularly to discover an ancient volcano, the hill of the city, called ‘Arthurs Seat’. I did not know that this place was so popular. When I climbed it for the first time, I shared the top with lots of visitors, small and big groups, all enjoying the walk up and mostly the views of the city and bay. The next day I started earlier to escape the masses. It worked, I found myself only with a few other people on the top, more quiet and time and place to sit and connect with the rock.

In my crystal class that I took in July, I learnt to use a certain crystal to get into contact with the plant kingdom and I experimented with that same crystal to get into contact with this old volcano on which I was sitting. It worked, I did indeed receive a message, fairly unexpected, ie not something that had been on my mind so much. The message was to start passing on what I have learnt over the last two years. Also a particular training that I had known about but not considered taking until then, came to mind, it seemed to be the best platform to launch my getting out more with my new skills. The next day I applied to participate in the training and was offered a place.

I realized again that for me listening to the land is always a good idea and following my impulses of where to go.

The week in Findhorn was intense and insightful as always, I met up with old friends and made a new friend too. Where before in my free time, I had been mostly drawn to the beach, this time I also enjoyed the dune land which one walks through to get from the park (where the community is situated) to the ocean. Before, I sometimes got lost in the dunes and resented the time lost for spending near the sea, this time I enjoyed getting lost, stopped, sat for a while, did not feel like needing to get anywhere and discovered new plants and tiny colorful flowers while walking up and down along narrow paths. The inbetween is becoming more attractive to me.

After the workshop in Findhorn I made a return visit to Don in his home in England. We had some plans to visit Wales, but then I was slowed down by a cold and instead we tried some play reading, mostly Shakespeare, some of Macbeth. Often I did not really understand what I was reading, but as Lady Macbeth I clearly felt her energy, not sure if I liked it, but it was more than interesting. Then a day trip to Shakespeare’s town, place of his birth and death, Stratford-upon-Avon. The town is full of sculptures showing characters from his plays. We had an excellent lunch in the rooftop restaurant of the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, however did not resonate with any of the two Shakespeare performances that evening and instead got tickets for Jane Eyre in the small and wonderful Attic Theatre. The performance was excellent, in an intimate space with 40 spectators and 7 actors, I felt completely immersed in the play, really well done. One of the young actors was with us on the train back to Birmingham.

And then the land was calling again, my walking practice and my explorations in talking to trees. Glastonbury seems to be an excellent place for that with the reviving energy, the Tor, the Abbey Garden.

My first airbnb host ‘sent’ me to an interesting evening talk on my first night, very inspiring. This time I hear people talking about yet another type of line, the synchronic line. Glastonbury has two of those nearby and thus, synchronicity can happen more often here than at other places, ie me choosing an airbnb and the host sending me to the ‘right’ event.

It was not so easy to find an airbnb in the first place. Glastonbury seems busy this time of year, lots of visitors and tourists. So, after three days in one airbnb, I moved to another place for 5 days. In the monthly local event listing, I found a workshop on communicating with plants which I participated in yesterday. There was a whole group of people for which the workshop was just one of a series of things they do as part of a longer trip, and then a few people like me, who dropped in for the day. It was held in a beautiful place called Paddington Farm which I had walked past back in february. As part of the workshop we each connected to a tree that seemed attractive to us. We were instructed to connect with all our senses, first see the tree, then feel it with our hands, smell it, taste it and then listen to it. And indeed each tree started to share some information when we sat down with our back to it. We later shared our experiences in the circle. We also all came back with a drawing of our tree. After some more input about communicating with plants in general we were asked to write a poem on the paper with the drawing. Again everybody (around 20 participants) shared their poem, amazing results, some of them very touching. And then we were sent back to our tree and offer our drawing and poem to the tree, digging a little hole near the tree and leaving the paper there.

All in all a very happy day, even more so as I could deepen my connection with lime trees as when we were first sent to find ‘our’ tree I was drawn to a little forest and there to a lime tree. In the last few weeks and more since I am in Glastonbury, I have connected to lime trees, sat near them, ‘talked’ to them. It feels good to concentrate on one type of tree. I seem to fall into some kind of breathing with the tree more easily each time I connect.

I can definitely recommend connecting to trees, it is soothing, comforting and messages can be surprising and helpful.

Back in Falkensee (near Berlin)

Hello from Falkensee (near Berlin). It has been a while since I have reported from my travels.

A short summary of the last two months: in June a group of 19 people dived into the we-space experiment that I had helped to bring into being. We had rented a house in the little town of Findhorn, not far from the sea, in which 11 of us lived. The rest of the group stayed in a B&B close by and joined us for meditations and morning, afternoon and often evening sessions. Basically we practiced for 10 days to feel the ‘we’, ie the group as a whole. Inquiries would go along the line of ‘Can I feel in my body, how the group is doing?, What keeps me from showing up as I would like to?, ‘What is love? and other questions. We prepared the main meals in groups of three, enjoyed free afternoons at the beach or sitting in a cafe and had a very rich and worthwhile time with lots of insights and transformations.

After this and without a real break, I took part in a week long workshop on ‘Communicating with Crystal Consciousness’. Our teacher had brought an amazing amount of crystals all the way from the South of England up to Findhorn and we practiced to feel some of the aspects and vibration of crystals, we learned to clean crystals and how to use them for healing and how to co-operate with them to get in touch with other kingdoms of consciousness such as plants. This is where life gets truly exciting for me when we start to feel how we can enter cooperation with the rest of the universe.

After this kind and rich week, during which I stayed in Cluny, a part of the Findhorn Foundation I had not experienced before, I travelled with my bicycle on the train to Carlisle to stay with a friend and meet Don again. Don and I embarked on another bicycle trip from there, this time along the Hadrian Wall, which has been built by the Emperor Hadrian and his soldiers between 122 and 128 AD to fortify the northern limit of the Roman Empire. From Carlisle we needed about a day to get to the wall which runs from the Solway Firth, north of Carlisle to the west near Newcastle. Our direction was west and eventually north to the tidal island Lindisfarne. For one day we cycled as close to the wall as possible which turned out to be a very hilly ride, as of course the Romans had taken advantage of the hills that were already there as a base for their wall and turrets to have an overview of who was coming. We stayed at a funny campsite/hostel which was managed by the pub across the street, the hostel building being an old church and I was wondering what was underneath the grass we were camping on. Anyway we stayed there for two nights to explore the wall in a bit more detail on foot. On our daytrip we stopped to visit the ruins of one of the milecastles which guarded the gateways through the wall. One of the fascinating facts that we learned there was for me, that the soldiers from each milecastle came from different provinces of the empire. So in one milecastle the soldiers would all or mostly come from Dalmatia, whereas the soldiers in the milecastle a bit further east came from Dacia and the next from Capadocia, it must have been a very multicultural wall. Also the walkers who we met and who were following the long distance footpath along the wall seemed to be fairly multicultural.  As we did not really like the constant up and down along the wall we headed more north, although that did not help in getting away from the hills. This is where the Pennine Hills, the backbone of England, runs. But there was one particularly beautiful morning ride through the moors, lots of fun in cycling up and down and having wide views most of the time. I had started this second part of our cycle trip a bit tired (from all that I had experienced in Findhorn?) and although I enjoyed the region we were cycling through and Don’s companionship, cycling became a bit too strenous for me, I needed lots of breaks, days off, etc. and then finally made the decision that I wanted to rest for a longer time. In one of his emails Don had mentioned Lindisfarne, a holy island at the east coast north of Newcastle. We spent our last day there, the island once was home to a famous abbey and still pilgrams visit and stay there, also apparently it is connected to Iona in Scotland where I spent a week last year. After our day on Lindisfarne, we cycled to the next big town with a railway station and I travelled back to Carlisle and Don went back to his UK home. In Carlisle I experienced a few very restful days at my friend’s place. And very soon I was ready to go back to Germany. I chose to travel on the ferry from Newcastle to Amsterdam and then train to Berlin. Some more cycling was involved to get from Newcastle town center to the ferry harbour and from Amsterdam ferry harbour to the train station. Already on the way to the Newcastle ferry I met two cyclists who knew the way and I joined them again on the way to Amsterdam which was helpful and fun.

Now I am enjoying being back in Falkensee where I have a home whenever I need one, in the house of my friends. When I am away they look after my mail and host two bags with my things in the attic and when I feel I need to rest for a while from travelling, I move into one of the guest rooms. This time it feels different, I was really looking forward to stay and rest and not be too active for a while, not even completely sure when and where I want to travel next. I am feeling grateful for being welcome to stay here. And with the current warm and sunny weather I am enjoying the garden, the flowers, the trees and I have some more interaction with the dog of the house. The apple trees are so full that they start to let some of their fruit fall and I collect some the apples to eat in my muesli. From my childhood I am used to harvesting fruit from our own garden and it feels beautiful to me. Until now, mostly when I stayed here between my trips, I was very concentrated on things and people in Berlin, meeting friends there, doctor visits, doing some paper work, buying new outdoor stuff, bringing things to the storage box or getting them from there. It felt a bit like a having to be here for a while and using my time to get ready for the new travel location. I was not really here with my heart. Wondering if this has also to do with a recent insight or discovery that I have a tendency to not sit completely in my bodily base, ie. my pelvis, something keeps me from wanting to really arrive there. In a playful constellation that I held with a friend not so long ago, an insight was that the sitting down in my base has to do with honouring my ancestors, maybe parents first and foremost and then their parents and so on. And what does honouring mean? My current understanding is that it means to acknowledge how they lived their lives and to also see and feel the struggle and difficulties they had to go through and that they inherited from their parents and grandparents and greatgrandparents. So many thanks to Wolfhard and Ulrike in Falkensee for providing me with this physical base in which I am learning to sink in more.

More from the Hebrides and Highlands

After our lovely rest day with a fresh fish dinner (fish van came to the campsite to sell the freshly caught fish) we headed to the so-called Butt of Lewis. Lots of fun instead of frustration when also the third ATM (after trying two the day before) did not cooperate in raising our cash flow and two closed cafes. The weather was warm and nice, but in the distance a huge grey wall seemed to come towards us from the north. Around 5 km before we reached the butt, we stopped in a cafe for soup / more fish to wait for the cloud to go away. But, alas it turned out to be the local ‘har’, the sea mist, that can stay around for a while when it is there. Even approaching it, temperatures dropped by a felt 10 degrees, oooh, into the wet and cold. But of course we, or mainly I maybe, wanted to reach the most northern point of Lewis. Nature at the top of the island was spectacular, giant rocks, violet flowers, lots of sea gulls and wind and the sea slashing against the rocks. Good to see and experience this. We headed back, and again 5km further south the weather seemed to change completely. And we had seen a newly created campsite on our way, to which we went back to. A site with two pods and luxury kitchen shed with some grass for pitching tents. Informative chat with other campers and cyclists about the road conditions from Ullapool to Inverness and a hint to check out nice places around Inverness. In the morning the har had crossed most of northern Lewis and we woke up to it and took our tents down in it. I noticed how the damp and cold really got to me, it felt like a taste of how travelling on the Hebrides could also have been and I was the more grateful for our stable and warm weather we experienced for most of the time.

Our thoughts were already wandering to the next part of the cycle trip on mainland Scotland and I monitored the weather forcast which said there would be lots of rain on mainland and none on the islands, which was enough reason to spend two nights on a campsite near Stornoway and enjoy two lazy town and campsite days. Good food available in Stornoway too and an exhibition opening with artist talk in the local cultural center. While in Stornoway, I read online that the mother of Donald Trump was born on the Hebrides and left when she was 18 with quite a few other young women from the islands after a very sad accident. After the first world war lots of local men had already been lost and then in early 1919 a boat with 200 men on their way home to the islands was lost in a storm and all died. As a consequence young women from the islands emigrated to Canada and the US to start a family. No sign of Donald Trump being a grandson of the islands though …

Then finally leaving the islands which made me feel sad. However, we had a sunny ferry crossing, about 2,5 hours from Stornoway to Ullapool and arrived to a spacious campsite close to the ferry terminal. In the evening I took a walk through the small town of Ullapool and felt enchanted, a place I would like to come back to. And indeed the rain had cleared when we arrived and even the sometimes (as we were told) busy road was ok to cycle on a Sunday. Even low clouds cleared before we came through. After reaching the highest point of the day it was only downhill. The cycling uphill had felt easy with all the training from the Hebrides, and we could hardly believe the long descend and enjoyed it all the more.

We had thought of cycling around Lochnesss, but the next day I felt my knees hurting slightly and also feeling called by Findhorn where I knew all the time, the cycle trip would stop at least for the time being. So we cycled up a mild hill to Cannich, a taste of the highlands with the valleys and hills in the distance and lots of midges in the woods. On the second day in Cannich the midges became a real challenge for me. The day before I had found a place in myself, I thought, were I did not mind them around and eating me. But this time I wanted to run …

Then two more days of cycling to Findhorn. I found cycling on the big streets around Inverness challenging, wishing myself back to the empty roads of the Hebrides. But arriving in Findhorn was nice. I showed Don around the community site and the dunes and beach and we had a meal in a pub in Findhorn village.

And then, today a week ago, Don left to go back to Birmingham. We had a marvellous time together, all our days together seemed to be blessed. Thank you. And more trips are being planned.

In Findhorn I am helping to prepare a retreat that will start in a few days. Good and insightful times spent with old and new friends, reading, understanding more about the Findhorn community. And somehow the birds are coming more into my focus. I would like to be able to communicate with them. For the moment I am taking more time to watch them, enjoy seeing them having fun bathing in the bird bath in the little garden of the house where I am staying at the moment. There is a portal to another world when I allow myself to ‘be’ with the birds. Don mentioned a few times how birds have been around and doing the same things forever and people and places have changed around that. I find that interesting.

Greetings from Findhorn.

Photos coming in a moment. If you read this without photos, please check back …

From the Hebrides

We have reached Lewis, the most northern island of the Outer Hebrides and are staying at a lovely small campsite with a good wifi connection. Time to write a post about the magical time on the Hebrides.

When we arrived on Barra 10 days ago, the weather had indeed turned wet and windy and the forcast was for storm. We found a little shop which offered support in finding accomodation and we were able to book two nights in a B&B place just a few km along the road over one hill. Glad to be indoors, the night was wet and the next day very wet and windy. But we wanted to venture out anyway and did a tour of Barra, once around the island, exhilarating with the wind sometimes in the back then in the face. Good to come to a dry place to take a warm shower and have some warm food.

On Monday we left Barra, it was still raining in the morning. A 40 minute ferry ride to South Uist, passing the first campsite, just stopping for a jacket potato and hot tea. And then the rain stopped and has not come back since then.

When we were already tired and really looking forward to a place to rest and stop for the night we met another cyclist who knew the area well and directed us to a beautiful beach where we could pitch our tents. The night was cold however and the wind had picked up strength in the morning and I felt a bit shaky, noticing that even in company I am not a fan of wild camping. Although I really enjoyed the evening away from everything, having dinner sitting on a wall of rocks with the view of the sea. So the next morning after a quick breakfast, and cycling only a few km up the road, we found a hostel and decided to stay there for the day and the night. Enough time to sooth my system, enjoy some time out of the wind and reading and writing and chatting to other travellers, cyclists, walkers, all different sorts and types. The Howmore hostel is part of a hostel organization maintaining three hostels on the Western Isles, situated in lovely thatched old houses, very well cared for, excellent facilities. Just what a wind scattered traveller needs. And I had set my heart already on stopping at one of the other hostels further north.

So, next morning off with the wind, the weather stabilizing more and more, moments of bliss, sitting on the bike, often not needing to pedal at all, up and down the rolling hills, enjoying the beautiful scenery and hardly able to believe our luck with wind direction and weather. Rolling through the rest of South Uist, then over the causeway to the next island Benbecula. Here we stopped for a coffee/tea in the airport cafe. Had an interesting chat with a mother who saw her son off to the mainland. He lives in Glasgow and has a three weeks on, three weeks off job as a fisherman on the island, however, is hoping to bring his family back to the island for good.

On, to the next island via another causeway. The causeways were mostly built with the support of EU money in the 90s, before there were only ferries connecting the islands. Now on North Uist, we had the option to either cycle along the East or the West coast. We chose the West coast, along the road a cafe just in time to strenghten ourselves with soup and roll.

These islands are a jewel in terms of beauty and energy and everything. I was wondering what to do with all this beauty inside of me and overflowing. My heart became really big and I wanted to embrace everything, the whole world.

And then we found this beautiful campsite near a bird sanctuary on the Western most edge of North Uist. Birds calling long into the evening and early in the morning, quite magical. Lovely breakfast in front of the tents in the sun and heading to the next island, Berneray, first along the northern coast of North Uist and then over another causeway to lovely most beautiful Berneray. Here the next hostel was waiting for us, views amazing, breath taking really and another sunny and not too windy evening. A walk along the long white beach and views of the ferry to Harris, which goes about 4 times a day.

I don’t know if I have ever been so happy and content for such a long time without interuption. Travelling with Don is very pleasent, often funny, full of kindness and common sense, wonderful really, amazingly easy to agree on where to stop or stay. And maybe this is possible because he lets me decide mostly, really I am a bit of a tour guide, I read the map and read the guide book, know about possible places to stay and eat. And he adds lots of relaxation with what he calls opportunist attitude, so I don’t go into too much planning and am happily living the opportunist life too and we have never gone hungry or without a good site for our tents. And anyway the weather has been most supportive.

The next day we and a few more cyclist who stayed at the hostel, took the 10.25 ferry to Harris, the hills looming in the not so far distance. We pedaled just another 15 or so km on Harris until we found a beautifully situated campsite on the West Coast. Day after day the weather and the places we stayed at just became more beautiful. This one was stunning and we decided to stay for two nights. Thus we had time to cycle back to the standing stone of Harris the next day. Restful and meditative time near the stone and a lazy afternoon spent reading near the tent, soaking up all the good energy from and through the ground.

Well timed rest as on the next day we cycled through and over the hills, first into Tarbert, where although it was Sunday and nearly every shop and eating place is closed for Sunday observance, we found good food in the Hebriden Hotel close to the Tarbert ferry terminal. With our water bottles well filled we tackled the Harris hills, sun was getting really hot, up to 26 degrees, cycling in shorts and top. Challenging ascents and exhilarating descents. Then a bit of a long stretch of road with further small hills until we found an acceptable half wild camping site near an inn where we enjoyed another meal. None of our emergency oat soup needed after all. The next day even hotter and nearly no wind, so the midges where coming out. I guess there is no sunny and warm Scotland experience without midges. Still in a bit of disbelieve about the weather and the heat, this summer will be talked about for a long time 🙂

Yesterday we finally reached the Callanish standing stones, the place to visit and one of the most important prehistoric sites in all of the UK. Impressive, however also full of visitors. Wondering if there will be an opportunity to go back at a less busy time to connect to the stones more deeply. I feel already changed by just having been there. A different mood somehow since then. The mood might also have to do with this part of the trip ending fairly soon. Tomorrow we are planning to cycle up to the northern tip of Lewis, the butt of Lewis, and then the next day it is really down to Stornoway to take the ferry back to the mainland to Ullapool.

New EU General Data Protection Regulation

Dear all,


thank you for following my blog.

I would love to keep you as a follower to my blog.

On 25 May 2018, the EU General Data Protection Regulation will come into effect. I use your personal data (email address) exclusively for sending you my blog posts, which are sent directly from my wordpress blogsite.

If you want to keep receiving my blog posts you don’t have to do anything. By doing so you will authorize me to keep sending you my blog posts.

If you do not want to receive further post, please send a short email to and I will take you off the list.

Best regards,





Cycling in the UK and Scotland

10 days ago I embarked on my long and often talked about trip to Scotland. I started in Berlin, myself and my bicycle on the train to Rotterdam, then some 30km of cycling to the ferry port, Hoek van Holland and the overnight ferry to Harwich. Looking out on the sea from the ferry I was filled with feelings of joy and freedom.

The next morning in Harwich it rained and I decided to take the train to Cambridge. My first stop was Birmingham where I would meet Don, a cycling traveller I had met on a campsite in NZ. We had stayed in contact via email and around last Christmas decided to cycle the Outer Hebrides together.

From Cambridge I cycled west to a campsite in St. Neots. I had imagined to cycle for a few days towards Birmingham, however, studying the map in more detail, I did not find any good campsites on the map and encountered a feeling of intense lonelyness during my first night in St. Neots. I really could not feel any enjoyment in travelling by myself anymore, felt lost and a bit disoriented. I stayed another night on the same campsite to find my inner bearings again, but no relieve. Then I decided to call Don and check if I could come a few days earlier then planned. Yes, I could, so I started off the next day to cycle around 50 km to the next big town, Milton Keynes to take the train from there to Birmingham. On the way I got amazingly lost and it started raining so hard I could not use my phone anymore to find out where I was and where to go to. People I talked to sent me into weird directions. Inner lostness mirrored by outer lostness. But in the end I arrived at the station, very wet and very cold and arrived ok in Birmingham. In Birmingham Don and I had a few days to get to know each other. My system relaxed and we actually enjoyed a few beautiful sunny days, I learnt all about cricket watching a game and we went on a day trip to Liverpool.

Yesterday we finally boarded the train to go to Oban. From here we will take the ferry this morning to go to Barra, an island in the South of the Outer Hebrides. Then the plan is to cycle North hopefully with the wind. The forcast is for wind and storm for the next two days and then some calmer weather. Feeling lots of respect for the wind and possible cold. And we already found out that even campsites are booking fast, we called a few campsite places last night and only found a place for our two tents on the third site.

But feeling adventurous and loving the feeling of being in Scotland again. The trainride from Glasgow to Oban yesterday along the Loughs was wonderful.

Bornholm in April

I returned to Bornholm for a week. When I spent nearly 6 weeks on this beautiful island in winter, I was told that April is particularly beautiful with spring coming through the defrosted ground and trees starting to bloom. And yes, nature was full of abundance. Anemones covering the forest floor and wild garlic growing everywhere. My first afternoon I spent in a magical valley, sitting still on a rock in the midst of anemones looking for an answer to my sudden exhaustion that had come over me after arriving. I prayed a round of my mala and received the answer, to get up and move intuitively and slowly to free my body of some inner tension or some blockage, maybe caused by long sitting on the train and on the ferry the day before. After my little movement session I felt refreshed and clear again.
My friends’ house felt as lovely as I remembered it, lots of work done in the garden and preparing for more.
On my second day, I tried a little bicycle trip, enjoying the wind in my back on the way to the shore and then also along the shore towards the South. I would have enjoyed being pushed a little more, but I stopped to check how it would feel to cycle back to my temporary home. The wind was fierce. I decided to start cycling back immediately, smiling at my illusion that I won’t have to face up to letting myself be carried along. I cycled myself into a bit of a struggle, starting to wonder if I would make it back, certainly not enjoying the ride so much anymore. And then I remembered my experiment with the wind in November on Amrum. Back there I started interacting with the wind and for a moment felt like being one with the wind. So I started singing to the wind, humming a very simple melody, maybe four notes. Somehow it felt as if the wind was opening towards me, cycling became less strenuous, I felt like being in relationship with the wind, not fighting against it anymore. I was still tired in the evening, but somehow happily tired, having learnt an important lesson I feel.

On another day I reconnected with a new friend I had made in winter and we went for a little tour to the North of Bornholm, walking along a valley to a waterfall where masses of wild garlic were growing, looking at rock paintings possibly many thousands of years old and venturing into a cave. Seeing the wild garlic inspired me to cycle to the same valley again the next day through foggy landscapes. I collected a few bundles of the wild garlic and processed it into pesto in the evening.

Another highlight were the times with my tree friend, a beech tree I had found in January and which was featured he on my blog before. One morning before breakfast was particularly beautiful. The tree’s first green started to come out on the very top were it’s twigs stretched towards the sun. Again I found deep peace and solace here. One evening, a little shaken by what had happened, I came to my tree and had the impulse to connect to the spirit of Bornholm staying close to the tree at the same time. I asked how to find peace inside and it felt like the island was offering herself to me completely. I received an image of myself as a giant body, a little bigger than the island and I was invited to lay down on the island, soak up all its vitality and wholesomeness while letting my feet and hands tangle into then water. This brought instant relaxation and peace to my body.

Then another beautiful bicycle trip, taking most of the day, including some resting in the sand in the South of Bornholm, watching the swans nearby. Inbetween deep and sometimes healing conversations with my friends, meditation, proof reading of a small booklet, getting a little more proficient in working with my new tablet, finding useful apps and finally putting use to an external keyboard, that I had bought months ago.
Amazed by the power of Bornholm again, the island seems to be able to take in whatever one brings, ready for transformation, and providing nurturing at the same time.

Most of this I wrote while being ferried over the Baltic Sea back to Germany, on a sunny and quiet crossing with few other travellers as the tourist season is yet to begin on Bornholm. Once I reached the habour of Sassnitz, I cycled into town, had some lunch and boarded the train to Kiel. A few very interesting conversations on the 5 hour train ride and reading in my lovely book. The book feels precious: ‘The Lady and The Monk by Pico Iyer. It is about his trip to Kyoto in the late 80s, beautifully describing the Japanese culture, funny intercultural encounters, his fascination with Zen, and Japanese poetry and it is about love. Reading it often makes me laugh out loud, even on the train, or feeling very touched.

Stone Circles in Cornwall

From my notes from a few days ago:

Yesterday I said good-bye to Cornwall and travelled on to Bath, a 6-hour train journey. Arriving here seems to have been a bit of a shock to my system.

I felt very happy and grounded and somehow cared for in Cornwall. The cared-for feeling was also mirrored in the connection to my airbnb host. We had a few interesting converstations in her kitchen which I could use to cook my meals and she was always ready to pick me up somewhere if the bus schedule was not cooperative with my walking schedule. Particularly after visiting the Boscaven-un stone circle I needed her. It was Sunday, the forcast had been for more snow, and I was ready for a day inside. But then when I woke up, the sun was shining from a blue sky, the ground was half frozen and I decided to walk to the stone circle, a 1,5 to 2 hour walk from the cabin. Beautiful scenary on the way, and I got lost only once and found my way again. On my map it looked like there was only one path to the circle which I took. It turned out to be the most muddy path I walked in Cornwall, some parts I could only walk because of the frost still in the earth, so I was not sinking in more than ankle deep into the mud. I was determined to get to the circle, climbed over fences to avoid deeper water holes and then there it was in the sunshine. It felt to me like a very powerful place, I walked around it three times, then asked if I could enter and did enter into the circle. Inside there was such a high vibration that it felt like a sound in the air, similar to the hissing or static that you can hear inside your head when in very deep meditation or when you put a shell to you ear. A very peaceful place. Standing in the middle I connected to each of the 19 stones one after the other (there might have been more stones when the circle was first built). I had a sense of different aspects or perspectives or frequencies coming from each stone as each stone is also different in size and shape, and all these perspectives coming together in peace, as a model for showing us that this is possible and letting us feel how strong such a wholesome place feels. I like the theory that some stone circles where built for that purpose, to create a perfectly balanced and aligned place for people to go to, to find balance if they had fallen out of it, and particularly spend time in such a circle during the changes of the wheel of the year, e.g. summer and winter solstice and equinoxes when our whole system needs to align to a new flow of energy to stay in balance.

While being in the circle some clouds appeared in the sky and the coldness got to me. I needed to keep moving and found a different path to the next street and on the street to the next little village where I was hoping to catch a bus. But somehow I had misread the bus schedule. When I could not reach my airbnb host on her telephone I started walking another 1,5 miles to a bigger village where I would be able to catch a bus later in the day. But then she called back and came to pick me up. What a relieve, as after the experience in the circle I did not feel like sitting in a pub by myself, waiting for a bus.

I told her about the stone circle and she became curious and wanted to experience it too. So on my last day I took her, or better she took me in her car to the circle again and to two other interesting places. And we completed our outing with a lunch in Sennen Cove an old fishing village at the coast which I had visited before on my coastal walk and loved.

When I was writing these notes I sat in a square beside the Bath Abbey, listening to a man playing piano with lots of people sitting on the benches around him, enjoying his music. I don’t feel so much in balance here. Listening to the music felt soothing, but inside I am highly activated. Curious how this all belongs together.

Walking in Cornwall

Nearly two weeks in Cornwall already, it looks like such a small area on the map and there is so much to discover. I have extended my stay for another week, also because I love my cabin so much. And all the beauty! The snow cleared quickly and made room for milder days often with long sunny stretches.

I have explored most of the coast while walking parts of the South West Coast Path from Penzance clockwise to 6 miles before St. Ives when the terrain became just too muddy and hilly for me. I liked the challenge to walk the Path, often very rocky and always close to the sea. The structure of a walking day suits me a lot: getting up fairly early, having a good breakfast and then head out, spend the day outside in beautiful scenary, picknick outside or in a cosy cafe or pub and then coming back happy and tired, eat some more, rest and sleep. In between there were a few rainy days which I enjoyed too, resting in my cabin which is now comfortably warm, reading, writing, connecting with my friends online.

Today is such a rainy day, I cooked a meal in the kitchen of my host and chatted with her and one of her friends. The friend grew up around here and told me about the most interesting stone circles to visit. Stone circles are coming more into my focus now after which felt like honouring this area by walking along the coast.

As you might know this was once the most important mining area in Europe. Mining (mostly tin, then copper and arsenic) started here around 2150 BC says wikipedia and the last mine closed in 1998, most mines however starting closing around 100 years ago when cheaper metals came in from other regions. The mining industry made this area a rich and thriving place for hundreds of years. However, today this is one of the poorest areas in the UK. I had mixed feelings when I walked along the ruins of the old mines and chimneys, there can be beauty in looking at the ruins with a backdrop of the Atlantic Ocean. And at the same time the Earth feels terribly pierced here, sometimes every few meters there is an old mining shaft. One has to keep well to the paths not to fall into one of those shafts. I read that some of the mining shafts had tunnels that went far out under the sea.

The most peculiar thing happened when I tried to connect to the spirit of Cornwall close to the area with the deserted mines. The voice of the spirit felt like it was choking, it seemed to come through in a very high pitched voice. Not that I exactly hear a voice, but when connecting, I could feel how my throat was thightening. At first I thought it had just a funny character with this special voice, then I was wondering if it is maybe not doing so well. Maybe with all the mining and digging and extracting the Earth here might suffer, or as most of the old shafts are now filled up with dirt the Earth cannot breathe? First I asked myself what this might have to do with me and then I asked a few women friends to tune into this together with me and we had a sense that there is not ever only the pain to be felt, it helps to look at it more from a more holistic or integral point of view, also to see the beauty or necessity (e.g. to extract metals). We all sensed that somehow any presumable suffering of the Earth is always connected to human suffering, in the sense that it is only mirroring the suffering of humans, our fates are deeply connected. We could also sense a strength wanting to come through from the Earth which needs each of us to let it come through us, in the case of Cornwall maybe making us aware of all the things that we don’t allow ourselves to express. This feels important and I will elaborate on this in later posts.

People kept mentioning ‘Poldark’ to me in conversations as if this was something everybody should know about. I was curious to find out, but as I don’t normally watch TV, I had to read up about it and actually found parts of this apparently very successful TV series on youtube and watched some of it online for a few days. On my walks I found myself wondering what will happen next in the film and being excited and worried together with the characters. I imagine this is the fun of following a TV series, to kind of feel with the people in the film. Maybe I am just too easily distracted as I noticed that this took me from being present with where I was walking and from my walking practice, so I stopped watching further episodes. However, I quite enjoyed it and it gave me a good idea of how life might have been here around 150 years ago.

Back then and still today one of the most well-known landmarks around here is Land’s End, the westernmost place of England. This is also where we can meet the energy lines again that I mentioned in my post on Glastonbury: Michael and Mary enter England here, very close to Land’s End. I think I detected them and sat down on a rock which I felt was close to the energy from one of those lines. Anyway I felt restored and happy when I moved on. Similar to the landscape near Glastonbury, the land around this area seems to be filled with some special light, everything is a bit more sparkling then in other places or I like to see it like that.


Yesterday I travelled on to Cornwall. When I was tuning in where to go after Glastonbury a few weeks ago, the most southeastern corner of England would kind of light up on the map in my mind’s eye, it seemed to be blinking at me. This happened several times and I started to read up about this part of Cornwall and finally booked an airbnb place here in Penzance. The journey was quite adventurous. I had been aware of the forcasted snow and people in Glastonbury even went as far as suggesting I should travel the day before, but when I felt into it, it seemed to be ok to go ahead with my plans. When I stood in the snow waiting for buses yesterday, there were times when I was not so sure anymore. But the buses came eventually, the first local one however, which I was on for 1h 30 minutes was freezing cold, outside -4 degrees and inside just a few more. I was able to warm up for 15 minutes in a cafe at a bus coach stop after the ride. The next bus brought me to a junction close to the M5 where the Falcon bus to Plymouth would pick me up. In that short stretch I overheard people saying that bus services would be stopped in the afternoon.

My Falcon came, I had to clear my bag of a layer of snow when I boarded the bus, and going on the M5 was ok until just before Plymouth where snow fall was getting heavier and everything slowed down. When we arrived in Plymouth, many bus services from Plymouth had been cancelled. A young man from Egypt had just heard that his bus to London had been cancelled and we walked together to the train station where he wanted to check if he could instead go by train. I had chosen to get from Plymouth to Penzance by train anyway and though my train was delayed it did go and we had a beautiful ride through snowy Cornwall. But most of the connecting services had closed down and as I listened to fellow travellers trying to phone a taxi to get to their home it seemed that also taxi companies had stopped going because of icy roads and continuing snowfall. They have not had this amount of snow here for 40 years I was told. I called my airbnb host to tell her about the delay, and asked if she would be able to drive as she had offered to pick me up at the station. She was indeed waiting for me at the station, one of the few people in Penzance without four-wheel drive car who dared to drive on the snow. She told me that she was not sure if we would make it up the hill to her house, a 3 mile drive, and if not a friend of hers with a tractor would come and help us … But we made it thanks to her courage and winter driving skills. Yeah.

I am staying in a cabin in her garden. The water in the kettle was frozen when we arrived and there was no running water because the water pipes must be frozen I think, but a mobile heater is bringing some warmth to the room and the internet is working. I had a good night under two duvets and my hat on. Today the forcast is for strong winds which are already blowing around the cabin, but temperatures are to increase.

This is what happened as an outside adventure. Inside I was enjoying my ‘knowing’ that I would get to where I needed to go. A similar knowing that also keeps me from following plans sometimes, as it kept me from cycling when it was too stormy on Lanzarote for example. Yesterday, even when I started to be insecure when buses were running late, the part in me that focussed on imagining arriving here was stronger.

And then this joy, that is filling me since I am in Cornwall, during the train ride a very intense joy full of light would pierce through me sometimes. I don’t think I have ever known this kind of joy, it is deeper somehow as I was able to feel until now.

And waking up this morning the joy was there again and is here still. It feels precious and I want to share it too. I am aware that the whole setup with the cabin and the snow deeply nourishes the adventurer in me. Also aware of being an adventure for beginners as from this cabin I could walk a few meters and enter the warm house of my host if things are getting too extreme. But imagining to be in a cabin in the mountains, tending a real fire instead of an electric heater and preparing my food on the fire too feels good. I want to experience that soon. At other times in my life I have stayed in real cabins and sat by the real fire deeply happy, but not alone.

Curious what the day will bring. Sending love from happy Cornwall. And sending blessings and warmth to all those who were not so lucky and got stuck with their cars in the snow and do not have electric heaters and double duvets and a kettle beside the bed.

The view from my cabin. There is a little stream just beside it too.