Die Eiszeit in Mir | my Ice Age is melting The winds of approaching spring and their fury against winter are raging now in Weinviertel and most of Austria. Change often needs to be turbulent to get the job done. Tonight is new moon and there is a lot of energy whirling out there, even without Fasching, carneval time. Yesterday, between storms, I wandered through the forest in a remote area of Waldviertel. Knocked-down trees and broken branches on the ground, like brave soldiers on a battlefield, reminded me that everything is passing. The innate darkness there had given way to something lighter and clearer. The Soul of Place, or…

Have I been dropped from the beak of some great bird travelling Between the Worlds to fall on the earth once more? Here I am in Konak, Izmir, almost 100 years after my grandfather Ali Riza Akinci made history here in 1921. Do we have the courage now to live with our hearts wide open? What is essential to me after the Journey to Myself in 2019 which broke me into pieces. In that dark tunnel of confusion and pain I met demons and healers, all bearing the seed of love, the source of everything and nothing. Nine months of rehabilitation have strengthened my new heart and allowed me needed…