Geschichten aus Kalifornien

Manchmal reicht es mir nicht mehr, journalistisch zu verarbeiten, was ich als Reporterin erlebe. Deshalb schreibe ich hier hier Gedanken, Beobachtungen und Gefühle jenseits der Berichterstattung auf. Es ist ein Experiment, das mir viel Spass und manchmal Angst macht. Aber es heisst ja, man soll raus aus der Komfortzone.

Joggers and Dog Walkers - Culver City, CA

All day long whenever I turned on the radio, I heard about Washington and "THE MEMO". When I turned on the computer, I read about "THE MEMO". I heard people being angry, upset, confused and fed up. It was time to take a break. I stepped outside to take a walk along the creek close to our house. I looked around while I was walking, and I got happier with every step. I heard and saw

JOGGERS - fast and slow, well-toned and chubby,

DOG WALKERS- one trying to teach a tiny dog to sit, another keeping a slow pace with her Saint Bernard and a giant Scottish Sheep Dog,

Marthe Cohn - Rancho Palos Verdes, CA

"She turned around and looked me straight in the eye. Then she asked: Fräulein, are you a spy?"

Marthe Cohn was a spy. A 24 year old Jewish spy for the French army who crossed the border to Germany from Switzerland. She spoke German fluently, was just a bit more than 5 feet tall, blond, and determined to do everything in her power to help end WWII. It is eye opening how much power a small, young woman can have once she dares to take this power seriously!

I met Marthe and her husband Major in their house in Rancho Palos Verdes. She told me her story of being one of the most unlikely spies in history. She had to change her identity, become Martha Ulrich, German patriot, orphan, looking for her fiancé Hans, a missing soldier. 

Paper And Phone - del Rey, CA

Walking through my neighborhood, I see a lot of changes. Real estate prizes not only going through roofs but through the sky.

Locals creating new stores: pottery, coffee place, seafood restaurant. 

30 year old businesses working hard to stay afloat: lawn mower repair shop, second hand instruments, Oaxacan specialty store. 

Whirling Goddess - Big Sur, CA

"I give my heart permission to lead this dance. I give my mind some time off - no more worry, no more doubt, planning and resisting. Instead, I surrender. Instead I open. Instead I allow, I allow, I allow.
And all unfolds with perfection, divine timing and the miracle of grace."

So it is January. Medical bills coming in. For care after running into a light pole. For a root canal still making my jaw hurt and cheek swollen. Taxes due soon. Freelance journalism not really being a source of solid income.

If it all gets a bit overwhelming, I take out this card, I randomly pulled out of a Rumi Oracle card set while at a work shop in Esalen.

Then I start listening to my heart. And tell my mind to take some time off. It helps. A lot.

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Orange Tree, Backyard - del Rey, CA

"One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness."
Gustave Flaubert

I am not entirely sure what Gustave Flaubert wanted to say here. I would never ask an orange tree for apples, but have seen plenty of sun in France, know many loving women and have a happy life. Maybe the point is, not to ask for any of this? 

My Dad planted an apple tree in our front yard. My sister later put an apple tree for him in her family's garden. Apples for me are part of life in Germany. I like them crunchy and a bit sour.

The orange tree in our back yard stands for my life in California. Sweet and juicy! Never ever did I imagine ...