in my class work, I would like sometimes, just to be able to conjure, like the young man out on the lawn with his magical ball. He said: "The calm I am very quiet inside and will not stop at all.."
Many speak of burnout. Some heavy, tired eyes, others like fiery little power packs that are about to explode. Few who can enjoy the autumn sky, the rippling water, the gnarled old trees. No time. The next course to start.
"Until next year," we call on us at the end of the session accessible. But in me is always a well worn question mark. I go back home and have the feeling of having been on another planet. Light years away from where my home is.
Only a young old soul knows what it looks like in me,
holds on the leafy path, the petite little woman with white braid my hand. Her eyes light up. In it is a lot of rest and at the same great passion.
"Petra, I have to tell you what: I turned 80 this year and now I'm even married yet!"
We laugh. Them out of their pocket one of the little pebbles, which I handed out last year in the group. It has to be repealed.
connectedness - I wish there were more of them.
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