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At home with Su Wu / Casa Ahorita
Hieronymus Bosch - Ascent of the Blessed (1505-1515)
A good place.
Klaus. Number Four. Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to
April 2026
The first meeting with my new art therapist. She has such an impressive studio and I love her vibe, her calm aura, her long copper-white hair, her green eyes.
A visit from Franziska to talk about the opening ceremony we are planning for Munich Micro Burn. I'm so excited by my Matrix analogy, it's gonna be so much fun! And I really want Franziska to be my friend. She's awesome.
Planning a ladies' night on the occasion of the release of The Devil Wears Prada 2.
Perfectly ripe avocado and tomato slices on toasted hazelnut chia bread. With goat cheese!
I'm really good at guessing the year movies came out. My new party trick.
Training my algorithm to provide gardening content. Making an ambitious plan for this summer. Drawing a garden map in bed.
Cos brought us wild garlic and I made a really tasty butter from it! I also cut my thyme, lavender and rosemary bushes and put the cuttings into water jars. I hope they'll grow roots - free plants!
I relearned Backgammon. Good game, long forgotten.
Feeling emotional during my first Easter mass in over 25 years. I loved waiting for the light to enter the completely dark church. Lighting the candles, shaking a stranger's hand, singing together. It activated so many memories of the Easter traditions I had with my mum and grandma.
The first flea market of the season. I only bought things that are very much ME (a mustard yellow blanket, baskets and wooden bowls, homemade jam from my favourite granny vendor, a sedum plant, and a silk blouse).
I feel so accomplished and satisfied after finishing a big garden project like planting vegetables, building cold frames or a wall around the bean bed.
The cats hanging out with me when I'm working in the garden, hoping for some affection. Adorable.
Treating myself to my favourite pizza (Funghi with peperoni, black olives and artichokes) and Basilico's signature vegan salad. Delicious.
Aljoscha's visit. The first bike tour of the year on a beautifully sunny day, the first ice-cream cup of the season. Hanging out in the sauna together, taking selfies in front of vaguely homoerotic town signs. Eating at Padme Hum and going to the Roller Disco with Margit!
Watching videos from dance competitions.
Discovering a new antiques hall (with a scruffy-cute owner).
Learning about my grandma's Bukovina German heritage, leaning into unexplicable grief (which is not mine but it seems to be a loaded topic that I want to learn about more).
The stressful Expedit pickup with a lady who mirrored me - and made me step into my power. I became calm, safe, gave her some images about boundaries. It's so interesting to see how easily I switch to "therapist energy" as soon as there is someone who needs it.
My encaustic workshop - especially because I didn't stick to the rules and experimented.
Reuniting with Sonja and Franz on the first day of coaching training. And Helmut the cat.
Connecting with Tine when she helped me with the butterfly bush I got as a gift from Heidi.
Starting my coaching training. Getting feedback about how hard I am on myself – and how that bleeds into the way I treat others. There are so my issues with (self) respect and compassion... Curious to see where it takes me.
My reunion with C. after 3 weeks apart when he was in China and Taiwan.
Free plant cuttings from Resi and Sepp's garden. I call this "Granny-shopping" - finding older folks who want to downsize their garden and give away cheap plants and equipment. And I love getting to know the old ladies and staying for a little chat. I really miss my grandmas.
The hospice course. Helping, and the feeling that comes with it. Going deep within the first few hours of meeting a new group. Talking about death does that for you.
Fields of gold – dandelions everywhere.
My new signature rhubarb cake.
Celia's visit.
Sexy fantasies about my physiotherapist.
Starting the pond project.
Slow mornings in the garden.
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March 2026
Tetris on Gameboy Color and Capri Sun Cherry as meditation.
Meeting Tanja and Cos in the Sauna Wagon on Sunday evening.
Charlie who has started curling up into a ball to sleep (preferrably on the sheepskin in my balcony chair).
A whole garden full of snowdrops on the corner of our street.
C. cleaned the whole apartment and even brought two bouquets of flowers for me after I came back from the seminar kitchen.
Meeting my friends for board game night, preparing for a DnD session. I loved coming up with a character based on Dolly Parton and her song Jolene.
I loved singing along to Stand Up at the Surprise of Voices choir concert and watching Nathalie's amazing performance. And to see with how much positive energy and charm Pauline led through the evening.
Slowly getting back into getting-things-done mode. Planning trips with friends (I'd love to go to Borderland with Hanna and Ben). Working in the garden, decluttering, taking care of my inbox.
Cher's fabulous outfits in the musical version of her life (I saw the Cher Show at Deutsches Theater with Margit and Sash).
Ripping out the nasty weeds to make room for new bushes and plants.
Wrapping Lian's presents and decorating the table for his birthday breakfast. I made a balloon garland and even found some sparklers. We also baked chocolate muffins decorated with sprinkles and smarties!
The first butterflies fluttering through the air.
Planting bushes and nasturtium seeds; ripping out all the weeds and cutting back the trees.
Meeting my new book club for the first time!
A hot shower, snuggling up in bed, ordering pizza and watching a lovely Swedish movie about a famous conductor leading a choir in his old hometown (Wie im Himmel).
A spa weekend with Sash and Christian (Lena got ill). A little walking tour through Schärding, eating delicious Palatschinken at Café Blaas, running into my first fleamarket this year (I got a bag, a picture frame, a wooden ring holder and a black top). Revisiting a few places in Passau, stumbling upon an art exhibition at St. Anna chapel. I loved applying face and hair masks at the pool and hanging out in the steam room. On Sunday, we stopped in Altötting to see the black Madonna. Such a fascinating place.
Stopping in Haging to get some catkins from a booth. Finding free radish seeds - and a friendly orange cat!
Rereading Die Wand by Marlen Haushofer. I love the tone of that book. The calmness within the drama.
Baking Swedish cheesecake with almonds, cottage cheese and blueberries.
Meeting Margit at the garden center with the whole car full of wooden frames for my new vegetable garden. Cuddling the cat strolling around the plants. Taking home one of each I liked. Then we went to the cinema and it was unexpectedly lovely.
Playing a DnD one-shot as Jolene, my brand new character inspired by Dolly Parton.
My feelings are coming back. I am annoyed, and angry. Exhausted, and passionate. But I also notice that I tend to escape from reality more now. Playing Tetris for hours, eating sweets, smoking. I'm craving balance.
Seeing Sentimental Value at the cinema. I like Renate Reinsve's acting. Something about her reminds me of Phoebe Waller-Bridge.
The first time my head wasn't read as a tomato after Zumba class.
I was allowed to have five small fruit trees for free because the shop didn't have them in their system anymore!
Attending the presentation by a local on the plants and animals you can find in the nearby moor.
Seeing C. in a black shirt. It suits him so well!
Working on my vegetable beds! Constructing some scaffolding for my beans and peas.
Findus coming to cuddle when I was sitting on the floor building a tiny little flower bed fence.
My first evening alone when C. and L. left for China. So relaxing. I reactivated my Netflix account to watch Emily in Paris and had pizza in bed.
Besoming a little more social. Slowly warming up to the neighbours, bonding. Setting out baked goods for everyone. Bringing Franzi a tray full of veggie stew, fresh dill, sour cream and roasted potatoes when her kitchen was being renovated. Taking care of Paula when she had a little accident on the trampoline and was in pain. Making a paper crane for Annika.
Starting to train Claude AI as my personal assistant.
A video featuring girl dads teaching their daughters "dude stuff" (like using power tools, being a grill master, taking her to exotic places) so they won't be impressed by any old douchebag in the future. Really touching.
The first session of an online class I'm taking. It's BECOMING WEIRD, BECOMING WILD: From Feminist Hybridity to Divine Monster by Jasmine Reimer. We talked about feminist hybridity in history - neolithic goddess worship, the grotesque, and Surrealism. I loved the writing/drawing prompts she gave us to take a little creative break.
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February 2026
"Uns fehlt es hier an nichts," said C. the other day. We're not lacking anything where we live. And he is so right. We have a beautiful apartment, peace and quiet, loving neighbours and cats, each other. Even a sauna. The sun is slowly coming back now, too. I'm so glad I left the big city to come here.
Cosmic Breathwork and Movement Medicine with Jeanne and Tanja. I drew the card "Ermutigung/Encouragement" before the breathing and "Lebenslust/Joy of life" afterwards. "Fülle/Abundance" also found its way to me. I loved the warm tingles and body sensations the breathing gave me. I felt so energized the next day.
Sunday evening sauna sessions with C. Lying down in the snow afterwards.
A little Imbolc ritual: stopping on the way home to collect some dry grass so I could make a Brigid cross. Sprinkling some salt under our door mats. That night, the moon was still almost full. Big and bright, hanging low on the clear sky.
Reading "Neun Tage Unendlichkeit" by Anke Evertz. It was as if something inside of me remembered. I feel so uplifted now, almost as if I'm on a higher frequency now. I even found a reason to mention the book in group therapy (and it was lovely, we kept talking about spiritiuality and death afterwards). Which inspired me to finally pick up the book my mother wrote for the first time. I guess I was ready. Because obviously what she describes is pretty much the same I found in the first book. We're magical, powerful beings made of love. Wow. So much of what I learned over the last few months is being confirmed.
I ALSO started reading my mum's spiritual novel. I was ready. And in essence, she says the same thing as Anke Evertz. I suspected as much. So it must all be true then?
Sitting outside in the warm sun, wearing my bathrobe after a shower, with my BFF Charlie on my lap. Exchanging love and cuddles.
The deer are back.
A free yoga class with Theresa. Summoning an extra soft cat afterwards. She even hopped into my car waiting for me to kidnap her.
Waking up Lian with a fox hand puppet and a back massage. He loved it so much he requested it for the next morning, too. I came back with soft, quiet music and a mischievous Mr. Fox. C. said that he loves my calming nature (I mean, ONE of my many modalities). And he knows that he and Lian's mother don't really radiate that wholesome, reassuring tranquility and he loves that his son gets to experience this through me now.
I signed up for a palliative care class. And holotropic breathwork.
High energy. Movement. Getting a good idea about what my body is lacking.
Cutting "crisp" paper with my favourite scissors.
The Miniaturist has such an interesting setting and beautiful aesthetics (The colours! The fabrics! The light!). I wish they would have turned it into a longer series.
Writing, copying inspirational texts. Learning. Collaging, designing pages.
Meeting some lovely women at the AKT art therapy seminar (Christiane, Nicole, Yvonne). Making a collage I am super pleased with, trusting in a very flowy, intuitive process. Understanding that my composition tells me something about being held, safety, ressources, and overstepping boundaries. Finding a dead little tree on Munich's streets. Taking it home to strip it and turn it into art.
Sandra Vásquez de la Horra's Soy Energía exhibition at Haus der Kunst. I loved the wax she used to coat some of her drawings and paintings and want to find out more about it. The dynamic rhythm of her pencil strokes and used of colour also pleased me.
Learning about Schüßler salts through a podcast on quantum health and being reminded again of my mother’s practice. I bought the twelve most important ones and want to learn more about them. I seem to be open to it now. In addition, I have been reading about Traditional Chinese Medicine and am fascinated by how well my symptoms are explained. Yin stagnation — obviously.
Reading Hekate by Nikita Gill gives me a very similar joy to when I read Piranesi (Susanna Clarke) or Circe (Madeline Miller).
Morning cuddles with gentle Findus. Humming in the dark. He must have enjoyed it as he cleaned my arm as if to thank me.
Stumbling upon an interesting artist: Heimrad Prem.
The first bees are already buzzing through the air! Spring is close! There were so many outside a plant store I visited after Pilates class.
One of the storks that lives in the nearby field returned from the south first, and for a moment I was worried it might be alone. But yesterday the second one arrived as well. They frequently return to the same nest each year and often reunite with the same mate, as long as both survive and arrive around the same time.
The few minutes of warm golden light before sunset recently, even on stormy days.
Feeling creative and euphoric with one of my Doctor ABC orders.
The cashier who ran after me to bring me the items I'd forgotten at the checkout.
Baking cinnamon buns with apple jam. Going to the climbing gym with Sophia, Lian and Marcus. Meeting Frank there. Only climbing up the easy routes to take care of my shoulder.
An evening alone with C. on Valentine's Day.
Wearing a fresh shirt smelling of fabric softener after a stinky kitchen shift.
Writing with purple multichrome glitter ink in bright light.
Cooking in a well-stocked kitchen really fires my creativity! I love this feeling of abundance and unlimited potential.
The seminar group Ben and I were cooking for spontaneously applauded us one evening because our food was so tasty! Made me happy and proud.
And yeah, this cooking week has been such a good experience! The work was fun, bonding with Ben was awesome... I might have to offer my services as a seminar cook soon.
Breakfast conversation with Ben: bringing up the idea to offer a class on something I want to get better at myself so I'm forced to work on it. Soft pressure and accountability. I also loved what he said about his time as a personal trainer for obese people: I don't want you to shrink, I want you to grow internally. And that makes so much sense to me. Also, he looked at me one afternoon and said he'd love me to be the cool friend who takes him to a Flinta party. I felt a little flattered.
Turning leftover oatmeal into soft bake oat cookies with chocolate chunks and almonds.
A much-needed Thai massage after the week in the kitchen.
in search of destiny viktor kryzhanovsky 1998
Marcel Duchamp’s life-sized chess game (1956)
František Kupka - "The Bather"
The Voice of Space (La Voix des airs, 1931) , René Magritte
Bells float high in the sky. The jingle bell is a motif that recurs often in Magritte's work. He wrote: "I caused the iron bells hanging from the necks of our admirable horses to sprout like dangerous plants at the edge of an abyss."
How Donna Tartt’s leisurely approach creates masterworks: On slowing down and enjoying the pleasure of our work
Sensing that we are falling behind in life can cause anxiety, not reaching a career milestone on time can throw us into a state of urgency, and in order to progress, one feels they must move quickly.
However stories from antiquity, which have been handed down to us, echo an alternative way. Rather than focus on speed, a slow, steady and constant stepping forward is offered as its better. In a Greek fable, the storyteller Aesop tells us about a slow and steady tortoise winning a race against a speedy, arrogant hare. We’ve all heard renditions of this story in childhood, how the tortoise in the beginning is far behind and yet slowly wins the race.
Though a fable often told to us as children, this lesson provides us with vocational insight on how one may approach creating masterworks in a way that they enjoy. We may experience the feeling of being behind, but we do not need to panic. If it takes us longer to reach the aims that others already have, this is okay. It is better to create excellent work in a way that is both enjoyable and meaningful to us than compromise for the sake of external achievement.
A slow and deliberate approach to our work opens up the path to reaching milestones that can only be arrived at through extended periods of time. What is missed in speedy attempts is gained in works that stand the testament of time.
Donna Tartt, one of the great novelists of our time, is a master of this approach.
Donna Tartt is an author who has written 3 books over the past 30 years
Donna Tartt has written three works of fiction over the past 30 years; The Secret History (1992), The Little Friend (2002) and The Goldfinch (2013). Winning multiple awards, such as The Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, and majorly influencing the popular Dark Academia aesthetic. Her books have created a wonderfully obsessed readership that adores her writing, and even Donna’s decade long writing process has not deterred them. However, even if it did, it is unlikely that she would change as she respects the craft too much. Learning early on that if the work is not enjoyable, then one is not doing it right.
Slowdown, the work is meant to be enjoyable
Enjoyment is a crucial part of our work. How one experiences doing the work matters as much as the work that is created from the activity itself. This notion is a foreign concept to the modern world that places the focus on creation rather than the creator. Speed is expected and timelines are enforced. This pressure can cause deep, personal dissatisfaction with the work; rushing tasks, missing standards, worrying daily and tarnishing what could have been an object of high quality. This is why being told to produce at speed should be questioned.
Slowing down often makes sense as it allows one to breathe, dream and play. It gives one the space to pay attention to the smallest of details. Large scale works are able to unfold and emerge over time. Which is why Donna says again and again, when questioned about her pace, that if she wrote faster it wouldn’t be fun for her or the readers.
Donna has faced harsh judgement for the pace it takes to complete her novels. Even Stephen King, the acclaimed horror author, commented on it. In reviewing Donna’s novel, The Goldfinch, in a New York Times review, Stephen was full of praise and admiration for everything except her level of productivity, “But three books in 30 years?” However, Donna knows that working to produce more would feel like, “A horrible chore.” Emphasising the importance of enjoying her work and holding firm to the perspective that there is a way that works best for you. She even tried at one point to work fast but recognised quickly that it made it feel job-like.
What is hidden from view is that a crucial part of the exquisite storytelling that occurs in Donna’s novels happens because she slows down. Donna maintains a sensitivity to enjoyment of the work itself. Knowing that if she was to meet her aim of excellent work, wanting those who read her books to do so with glee, she must have fun creating them. This belief, that the experience she had creating the work will spill over into those who receive her work, opens us up to an ethical question.
Anyone pursuing their calling needs to ask themselves, “If not enjoying what I am creating is transmitted into the experience of the work itself, what am I pouring into this world?”
Speed can prevent great work from emerging
When the focus of one’s work is finishing it within a timeframe, the external pressure naturally affects the work. Whilst there are those who thrive under these conditions, others do not. To make certain works excellent, reaching beyond what one has reached before, longer timelines may be required. When the focus of an individual is on speed of production, finishing the work becomes more important than creating the best work one can do. This attitude can be harmful to the work itself, and is unfortunately a dominating perspective in the digital landscape where beliefs regularly focus on putting out work rather than improving at the craft itself. Creators are frequently told that, “Done is better than perfect”. This saying is useful for beginners who hope to use social media for their work, who do not have momentum.
However, this can lead to producing mass amounts of work without standards. Forgoing the opportunity to slow down and improve what is being done because they feel pressured to ‘deliver’. The consequence being that works which were still unfolding, unready and in a state of becoming, are published in an infantile state. Drafts that could have been masterpieces are lost to the world for the sake of quickly progressing towards one’s aim. The irony being that if one focuses on doing quality work, they still reach milestones that those churning out work at speed do, and they can also reach ones that those churning out work cannot. Knowing that time is a great equaliser, and there are certain things that cannot be done within short periods of time. It is no mistake that Leonardo Da Vinci is said to have worked on the Mona Lisa for 14 years, that James Joyce worked on Finnegans Wake for 17 years and Donna Tartt worked on The Goldfinch for 11 years.
Donna puts the work first no matter how long it takes, and this attitude has served her work incredibly well. Realising early on that she needed a solitary life away from the literary world, which has expectations on authors to produce books regularly at the pace of one book every 2-3 years. In finding herself repeatedly having to deal with questions of speed, this outside pressure which has pushed many authors to create in a particular way, did not have the same effect on her.
Instead of producing more books, she gave less interviews. She knew that this pressure emphasising speed would ruin her work, deciding instead to write in solitude and timeless calm. This has allowed her to do things other authors cannot, such as reworking a story four years into writing it with plenty of time to spare; which is what happened to The Secret History. If she had published it in year three before it had been reworked we would never have received the masterpiece that appeared in year nine. Publicity, as Tartt explains it, is, ‘...actively harmful. It draws attention away from the books. The books are the important thing.’ Instead of submitting to the benchmarks of her field, Donna lets the world know when she is ready. Rather than rushing her work to meet an industry standard, the work will tell her when it’s time.
Donna Tartt teaches us that, although the world offers us a timeline of when certain milestones need to be accomplished, we do not have to agree to its terms. If the vocation asks us to create great works, and those works need time, we do not have to rush them. That if the pressure of time morphs the work we love into a job we despise, it’s okay to slow down.
Her maxim, “If there's no fun for the writer, there's no fun for the reader” reminds us that our experience of doing the work matters as much as the work itself. Focusing on speed, output and productivity can hinder rather than aid one’s work. In learning from her path we can look at it like an Aesop fable, asking ourselves if we also went slowly, and focused on enjoying the process of our work as much as what is created, how much higher could we go?
by Joel Uili