We are the origin of life, closely connected to the source and the source itself. We carry the seeds of creating life, the physical ability, and mental strength to create something new, the origin of pure power and balancing force in the universe. That’s why men seek to control us. That’s why men fear women… Continue reading Women are the source of life
A peaceful and quiet place. Maybe the beach, maybe a rooftop. The only sound comes from birds and the wind softly touching the palm trees. It's early in the morning and the sun is just about to rise, touching and caressing my skin with the first warm sunbeams making their way down to earth. The… Continue reading Meditation sucks
When was the last time you actually noticed your breath? Noticed how deep it flows? How fast it goes? If you breathe into the belly or into the chest? What does you breath touch inside of you? As I am starting my 200h breath work instructor teacher training, my practice of conscious breathing expands in… Continue reading How do you breathe?
And the darkness explodes, pours dark tar over a pure heart, slowing down my rhythm of life with an odor of ugly decay. Gives me that feeling I don’t want to feel, gives me that sensation I don’t want to sense, gives me that touch where I don’t want to be touched. And those claws… Continue reading Where goes the sadness when it leaves?
No one is going to come and set the world around exactly like you want it to be. No one will rescue from your own shadows as your heart ist filled with sadness and despair. No one will pull you out of the hole you managed to get yourself into. No one will get you… Continue reading You‘re the creator
It's been a while since I introduced myself. Hey there, my name is Katharina, inspired designer, heartfelt yoga teacher, passionate writer, trained nutrition coach, and adventurous digital nomad full of love for animals, nature, arts, and the simple beauty life holds at any moment. Childhood I was born in Germany, Fürth, on 08.08.1996, blessed with… Continue reading About me
Life is all about going on. Going on with your duty, missions, dreams. Going on with what you have to do and with what you want to do. Going on with relationships, friendships, going on with your life. A big part of going on is letting go, in fact, it’s the same for me. Letting go… Continue reading Moving on
This part of my life is called: finding myself. I‘ve been preaching about society's dysfunctional patterns for a long time now. Some of you know my hate speeches about the 9to5 society, about jumping right into work after finishing school or university, about the necessary house, the big car, and the obligatory partner for life. … Continue reading Finding myself
When was the last time you were really breathing? When did you take the time to feel, sense, and observe the lungs expanding when oxygen is flowing down your throat? When were you fully conscious with the simple act of breathing? When a child is born, the lungs inflate with the first breath taken. With… Continue reading About the breath
We are all just constantly busy hiding. Hiding emotions, hiding extra kilos, hiding little lies and big ones too. So busy covering our tracks of what is not „appropriate“, „trendy“, „normal“ or „ pretty“ due to society’s standards. I hide like… all the time. I find myself too emotional, too vulnerable, too weak. I consider… Continue reading Where’s the love?
Am I at home in this skin? Looking into sharp mirror splinters full of desire on lonely walls reflecting some of what I want to be, covering the ugly in my soul, facing the cold and hard light of another reality whilst catching a glimpse on something soft and warm running through my fingers as… Continue reading Ferocious skin
Where is it, the freedom that is held so high in nowadays world? Isn’t it an illusion, settling in the gaps between work and sleep, doesn’t it linger in between words and thoughts, hidden behind intentions, agendas, and human needs? Isn’t it the silent conductor of the endless and purposeless play of life? Get rich,… Continue reading Freedom
Trying to create a life I don’t have to escape from. Trying to create an everlasting holiday. A never ending summer where pieces are held together by nothing more than light and water. Walking down the streets, feeling naked from within, no more hiding, no more hunting, no more wanting. Breaking the silence of your… Continue reading Pure
A small article about the beauty of body hair and the terrible history of its removal. You get up in the morning. It’s a boringly normal morning. You go to school, university or work today. Because it’s a part of your daily routine you undress and after an hopefully very admiring look in the mirror… Continue reading Hairy women = less womenly?
When I was 15 I saw a picture of a girl on social media. She was a bikini model, perfect curves, soft skin, beautiful face, voluminous breast in symmetrical appearance and simply that what society describes as the perfect woman. Because I was at home I crossed a mirror minutes after I went through all… Continue reading About boobs (free boobs)