She calls herself Grace

In this very humdrum and materialistic era, her very Presence feels like a miracle. She is not aware – but she shines. Radiant waves of light beam out of her countenance. She is caring yet unassuming. Endearlingly joyous.

She manifests what the poets throughout the ages have tried to capture: wisdom, clarity, sweet elegance. Poise. And above all – Grace.

She is the embodiment of Femininity in its twofold aspects: maidenhood and motherhood.

Amor fati

Most humans´ failure is triggered by their inability, or rather, self-sufficiency and idleness when it comes to decipher and appropriate their real Destiny:
They fell short to fathom and take advantage of those ineffably fruitful encounters with people who would have inspired and enriched them, who could have unveiled the very Course and Sense of their life…Indeed, they prodigiously fail to recognize those unwonted occurrences behind which Grace was winking…
Because of this, most people will live giddily, vapidly and “lost”…


Dwelling in graceful silence

Such inner plenitude. Perfect equanimity…- coming from nowhere. Such rapture to be inwardly silent – needing nothing and no one…

The pathless Secret

Everything in life is ultimately about one single most essential thing: the ineffable state of well-being.

Now, the dilemma is that there is not a staked out path to wellness. This is because well-being is never a result, a consequence of something, it is not available to experience, to purpose, it is with other words, not the outcome of an act of will…It is not to be found within the range of achievement…It is the most obvious, but totally out of control…It comes from nowhere…It has no address. However, it arises in all its glorious simplicity when the mind has realized that it is beyond its reach…When it has realized that there is no path to this…

Really, Happiness is Grace…

Grace is there when all seeking has ceased…- when all expectation of gain or fear of loss, when all sense of achievement has been put aside.

It is this graceful but sacredly unknown Presence, which heals, which creates masterpieces, which is the secret key opening all doors.

Let her yearning tell you who you are

The transparency and clarity of her eyes…

Tender yet solemn…hope giving – gazing in-depth…- this quality which is so rare among
women today…

Grace, pain, dream, seriousness…there is vulnerability and mild sensitivity in her glance,
yet great dignity and composure.

Unassuming but firm insight.

I understand now why the images she chooses are so unobtrusively alive and immediate.

What she sees is a gift for the world to see…

Hard work is not always rewarding

It is kind of sad… – to have been brought up in the illusion of “Seek and you will find” and “Hard work is always rewarding” as this wrong delusional conduct has drained me so throughout these years…It is sad as it feels as if the dominating commandments with which I grew up with, have done nothing but taught me how to fail…

What I consciously pursue always seems not enough. What I treasure simply comes to me. The natural, effortless path leads often to the most exquisite of destinations.

Not so much random, I think. When we are open and just being, not striving, everything in that moment is right there. What we seek, we will not find. To be simply open and ready. Even in something active, like writing. When you let your words just flow, you are there.

It’s a wondrous thing.

I hear the space between your words here.
You confirm what I secretly consider being “the truthful way” of calm insight and joy in
action. Cause when action is right and true, it is inherently beneficial and soothing as that action is simultaneous non action. It’s acting with no ego.

The door of grace opens unobtrusively, pushing and knocking at it, is but futile undertaking.

As you say, Flow is effortless…