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Life is too short for boring stories

When I awoke that morning, the morning of Christmas, I had a severe headache. It was as if I had run against a jamb, so much did it hurt a spot on the forehead. As I fingered it, I also noticed a rather imposing bump that resembled a horn in the middle of my forehead. …

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I had wandered all morning, but this time I enjoyed neither the landscape nor the sunshine. It was more like an escape, but I was always in a circle. Restless, almost driven, I felt. As if all the courage and confidence I had just had left me forever. Not even the stormy greeting of the …

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When I woke up this morning from quite calm dreams, which I still had in spite of everything, this did not happen quite voluntarily. There had been a sound in those dreams cheated, which I diagnosed immediately and razor-sharp as one that had nothing to do with my dream. Consequently, I concluded that it had …

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„You’ve made a great meal, Mary!“ I said, still tasting the enjoyment as I stood in the kitchen doing the dishes with Jesus. „Yes, really,“ Jesus affirmed, adding with a wink, „Have you ever noticed that there is always too little cooking of goodies?“ „Sure, you’ve dusted most of the good food,“ Mary remarked amused, …

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I got up in the morning. No matter where I was and with whom, in the morning I got up, brushed my teeth, made me coffee. Sometimes breakfast, if I was not alone. Not for me. Breakfast is not my meal. That passes me by. Coffee is enough. It’s not my time, it’s the morning. …

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„On the way to the realization of the meaning of Christmas,“ I picked up the thread that day again, „On the way. Through life. Of life. Departure and Staying, that’s what it’s always been, all our lives. We are born. It is a departure into a life we did not have before. It is not …

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The closer the big day came, the more restless I became. The big day, whatever that meant. Somewhere in me, resistance spread, because only by the fact that I made so many thoughts about it, day after day, now for almost three weeks, it was getting bigger, almost overwhelming. In addition, I wanted to find …

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Je näher der große Tag kam, desto unruhiger wurde ich. Der große Tag, was immer das auch bedeuten mochte. Irgendwo in mir machte sich Widerstand breit, denn erst dadurch, dass ich mir so viele Gedanken darüber machte, Tag für Tag, nun seit fast drei Wochen, kaum etwas anderes thematisierte, wurde er immer größer, ja beinahe …

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