The Oldest Thing
We keep asking if we have lost humanity, as if humanity were something inherently good.
Under the Same Sky
I was hoping for spring. Instead, winter returned. Whether I walked in snow or in the sky, it was hard to tell. At a bus stop, I wonder what—or who—we are waiting for. The river does not ask. It keeps moving. It knows its direction. So much noise.
What Is a Place Asking of Us?
On temporary places and the thoughts they generate
For Life
Last time I wrote about plants. This time, about a milk foamer.
How do I know when I am listening to land?
Our Sansevieria has long green-yellow leaves that tower into the air. Nested in her terracotta pot, she sits in stillness, yet her presence brings life to the room. Her leaves used to be firm and unbending, as if she knew who she was. Slowly over time, almost unnoticed, her skin
What This Day Teaches
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears. - Rumi
On Hosting Uncertainty
Winter has its own rhythm. A season of rest, of not knowing, of staying. I am learning to host uncertainty instead of controlling it.
A Tear in the Ocean
On welcome, loss, and hope. Another island has found its way into my heart.
Where Regeneration Begins: The Power Of Small Hospitality Businesses
Local businesses are foundational to rethinking the future of travel and tourism. Deeply nested in both place and society, they do more than sustain the economy.
The Broken And The Beautiful
Recent Thoughts “I came here for my holidays, not to suffer,” the woman hissed at me. The reason for her outburst was a broken balcony light; the romantic electric candles we had placed instead had apparently ruined her vacation. Like many others this summer, she had arrived with a suitcase
Sitting With What Is
Silence Last month, I sat on a stone in the golden evening sun, my eyes resting on four horses grazing in silence, the occasional breath through their nose. The Eiger mountain stood tall behind the field, its presence serene and protective. I had spotted my new neighbours from the kitchen
Familiar Yet New
There is no other city in Europe like Berlin in the summer. Berlin summers are people hanging out in cafés, restaurants, and bars, in parks, along the river, in boats, on balconies, and on rooftops. People who dance, bike, swim, play, and talk. Berlin in summer makes one happy, and