What does one do with things?

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Storage

When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room
for. What does one do? I rented a storage
space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart.
As I grew older the things I cared
about grew fewer, but were more
important. So one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man. He took
everything.
I felt like the little donkey when
his burden is finally lifted. Things!
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful
fire! More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing – the reason they can fly.

by Mary Oliver, from „Devotions“

I read this poem one morning and it fits perfectly with my situation of clearing out my office and transforming it into a creative space. It’s not that easy, especially with the books. So I’m grateful for Mary’s wisdom.

Project: Collage!

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When I feel stuck and uninspired in collaging, I often return to the book „Project: Collage“ by Bev Speight. I choose one of the projects or techniques and just give it a go with what’s on hand.

Today I chose a freehand technique, just creating simple and quick collages with three or four torn pieces that I glue together.

Here’s what I made today:

Table decoration
Twins
Resentful
Swarm

First in person meeting after 15 years of friendship

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My friend Cristina from Buenos Aires and I have known each other for 15 years. We met in the BBC Learning English Facebook group to brush up our language skills and got part of a group of people who organised online meetings via Skype to practise our speaking skills.

15 years later, we are still a group of seven friends from countries like Argentina, Brazil, South Korea, Pakistan, Italy, Slovakia and Germany, now organised on WhatsApp. Today I met Cristina in person for the first time. She was visiting Berlin for a few days with her husband Oscar.

It was so easy and wonderful, as if we were meeting regularly face to face. We laugh about the same things and we all enjoy Bratwurst with Kartoffelsalat. It doesn’t matter if there are thousands of kilometers between us or just a table at a restaurant.

The lost phone

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Have you ever lost your phone?

I have. Today. On the way to Berlin. I noticed it was gone when I was on the local train to Hamm, where I was going to catch the train to Berlin.

Fuck.

FUCKFUCKFUCK!!! FUUUUCCKKK!

My ticket was on my phone. My connection to all my people was on my phone! I was lost without my phone.

I MUST get it back

I must have lost it at the train station in my hometown. When I arrived in Hamm, I immediately took the train back to the nearest station where I had lost my phone.

From there I took a taxi to get there. I told the taxi driver that I had lost my phone and he asked if I wanted to call it first. I said no, I’m sure it’s at the station. There aren’t many people around at this time.

But then I thought, why not! So we called my number and a voice said, hello, this is the lost property office of the city of Kamen.

OMG!

O! M! G!

I was so relieved to hear that friendly voice!

Sooo relieved! And so happy. And so was the taxi driver! We were both laughing like crazy! Happy and relieved. The two of us.

He took me to the lost property.

It was quite easy to get the phone back. A kind man had brought it there just before.

And maybe sweet, fluffy Cooper on the lock screen also convinced the friendly finder to take it straight to the lost property office.

Incredible that only two hours later than planned I arrived in Berlin.