What I love about yoga is that next to the physical practice it offers a complete philosophy on how to live a good life. It also helps you to understand and…
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If you would have asked me 8 years ago about veganism I would have said: “Whoa, that’s nothing for me! Way too extreme!” – keep in mind that I had been…
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Finally! I am very happy to present the second part of my interview with Dylan Werner in September in Vienna. After the yoga-question part I asked some more random questions to…
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Love is a strong word we sometimes use overabundantly. I thought for a long time if I should be using that word in that sense, but I came to the conclusion…
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Are you having blind spots because of your likes and dislikes? And if you have, would you even realize it? Our identity is shaped by what we like and dislike. We generally bond…
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I love books, I love reading. One of the main intentions for this blog was to review books concerning yoga, meditation and everything around that. I’ve only published one review so…
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In September I was in the lucky place to get an interview with one of my biggest yoga inspirations: Dylan Werner. It was an incredibly interesting talk over a yummy breakfast. Dylan…
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So here’s the thing: I love teaching yoga, it’s usually one of my favorite parts of the day when I get to teach a class I created with all my heart in…
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Matcha. If you managed not to try it yet you might be too afraid to ask what the fuss is actually all about by now. Prepare for an ode to my…
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Now close your eyes and take a deep breath! Maybe you’ve just noticed your breath for the first time today? Luckily our autonomic nervous system usually takes care of the breath and…
![One year ago on January 18th life swept me off my feet in a most disastrous way. One sentence was all it took. It was the day which started full of hope and positivity and ended in shreds of dispair drowning in a sea of tears. We received the information that our baby had an abdominal wall defect. The future suddenly became a hazy blur of guessing possible outcomes.
2018 broke me and blessed me. It stripped me of long-held beliefs and dreams.
2018 showed me that "manifesting" and "visualizing" things/events you want are for most parts shallow bullshit of and for privileged people.
Since my baby’s diagnosis I've visualized, manifested, journaled, meditated and moon ritualed my baby's healthy abdominal wall like crazy. Because "you can make anything happen if you believe in yourself!" and "your thoughts create your reality" and my astrology chart said that from June on I would get lucky and things would get easy.
So I was convinced that the birth would go smoothly and that the defect of my baby would be minor and would be fixed with one operation. Reality spat me in my delusional face.
My c-section was awful, the birth defect worse than expected and I had to fear for my baby's life during 4 operations. We spent almost four long and dreary months in the hospital and since coming home, life is not easy breezy either. I pumped milk for 5 months only to realize he’s never going to breastfeed. That ship had sailed in those traumatizing months in the hospital. Like nursing my baby to sleep? Pfff.. it's bottle-feeding my baby into excruciating stomach-aches and needing around one hour to calm him so he's able to sleep. And by calm him I mean walk or bounce with him. No relaxed sitting or singing. It’s actual physical work. E-V-E-R-Y time, for every nap. He still has troubles with feeding, pooping and sleeping - so every main thing a baby does hooray.
Yes, I'm grateful for my baby and he shows me a love which is indescribably deep and fulfilling yet he also triggers my absolute worst traits like impatience, over-emotionality and anger.
Horrible things happen in life for probably no reason and I can't do anything about it.
[continued in comments]](http://scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/54c5db9d54c8cfb07fdda15e03d8d106/5CF34E46/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/50725377_2036102399838093_5548011181600564089_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com "One year ago on January 18th life swept me off my feet in a most disastrous way. One sentence was all it took. It was the day which started full of hope and positivity and ended in shreds of dispair drowning in a sea of tears. We received the information that our baby had an abdominal wall defect. The future suddenly became a hazy blur of guessing possible outcomes.
2018 broke me and blessed me. It stripped me of long-held beliefs and dreams.
2018 showed me that \"manifesting\" and \"visualizing\" things/events you want are for most parts shallow bullshit of and for privileged people.
Since my baby’s diagnosis I've visualized, manifested, journaled, meditated and moon ritualed my baby's healthy abdominal wall like crazy. Because \"you can make anything happen if you believe in yourself!\" and \"your thoughts create your reality\" and my astrology chart said that from June on I would get lucky and things would get easy.
So I was convinced that the birth would go smoothly and that the defect of my baby would be minor and would be fixed with one operation. Reality spat me in my delusional face.
My c-section was awful, the birth defect worse than expected and I had to fear for my baby's life during 4 operations. We spent almost four long and dreary months in the hospital and since coming home, life is not easy breezy either. I pumped milk for 5 months only to realize he’s never going to breastfeed. That ship had sailed in those traumatizing months in the hospital. Like nursing my baby to sleep? Pfff.. it's bottle-feeding my baby into excruciating stomach-aches and needing around one hour to calm him so he's able to sleep. And by calm him I mean walk or bounce with him. No relaxed sitting or singing. It’s actual physical work. E-V-E-R-Y time, for every nap. He still has troubles with feeding, pooping and sleeping - so every main thing a baby does hooray.
Yes, I'm grateful for my baby and he shows me a love which is indescribably deep and fulfilling yet he also triggers my absolute worst traits like impatience, over-emotionality and anger.
Horrible things happen in life for probably no reason and I can't do anything about it.
[continued in comments]")
