I am signing back in after a prolonged Holiday Break.
I had the opportunity to spend New Year's Eve on a secluded, quiet beach (but for my son who was running up and down shouting out in glee) on the beautiful island of Sicily. We were in a Nature Reserve Beach, where I found this beautiful piece of wood. It had the passage of time and the handwriting of both nature's gentle warmth and its fury imprinted on it. It had seen not only warm sunshine, but also stormy seas. It had also has man's very own intervention hanging on to it in the form of a faded yarn from a fishing net. I had to smuggle this piece of poetry back to Berlin.
If it could speak it would tell us stories of gentleness and of the violence of nature and how it survived.
Here is wishing each one of us a year on which we will be able to look back with gratefulness and joy.