For the first time in my life, I have started to use the word (concept?, feeling?, aspect of?) namaste.
Namaste is an ancient Sanskrit meaning:
”I honour the place in you where the entire universe dwells. I honour the place in you that is love, truth, peace, and wisdom. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are one.”
I am not certain why doing (the hand-gesture) and saying namaste all of a sudden appeal to me, but it’s like I suddenly am there, in that place. I don’t know that I have been in that place in me before, where the universe dwells, where there is love, truth, peace and wisdom. But now, it’s like I see that. I know this. I feel it. So, namaste, my friend – we are one!
Can you feel it?









Write this sitting on the flight from Zürich to Los Angeles, and after having watched two movies and had lunch (or dinner? Who knows aboard an airplane!?), I am getting a bit restless. With seven hours to go, I opened the window blinds by my window seat (all blinds are turned down to make people sleep), looked out and was instantly wowed!
How many years until Greenland becomes, yearlong, what it’s name indicate?
