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Pebble in My Shoe
Last night, while walking along the river, I paused and leaned against a tree to take some gravel out of my shoe. When I glanced back at the tree after resting my hand on it, …
Laura
Laura left a Ph.D. program at age 26 to make good on long-forgotten dreams of nomad'ing and writing. She currently lives in Berlin and writes about the magic of everyday life — most especially, the magic we find when we open our hearts and choose to follow them. Choosing Not to Say Good-Bye
Once upon a time, I said “good-bye” to a friend. Except I didn’t: I didn’t actually say the words. I was planning on moving to Germany, he had already established his life in another country, …
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The “Size” of Kindness
A couple weekends ago, sugar crashing, I was racing home to cook when something stopped me in my tracks. There in front of me, a snail was sliming its way across the sidewalk on …
“Nutty” Twin Flames
Last month, I had a session with my friend who is a medium. My grandparents did most of the talking. At one point, my grandfather showed my friend the image of two peanuts in a …
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Love as a Choice
I have been reflecting a lot lately, and especially this week, on arranged marriages. And I’ve recalled a story of an arranged marriage from within my own family history, where two sweethearts were forbidden …
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Reflections from Auschwitz: Part 2
“For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth — that …
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Reflections from Auschwitz: Part 1
When I left Auschwitz on Thursday, I was desperate to be clean. At the camp, a sporadic wind whipped the dust so hard that it stung against my legs and my face and caught in …
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Love, in the dark
In Kraków. Yesterday, around lunchtime, as I hiked across town to get from one walking tour to another, I suddenly caught myself smiling — in the ghetto. I had let my mind wander, and, …
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Wishing from the Heart
A few weeks back, one of those little “wish” things was floating around my room. You know what I mean: those little tufts that carry seeds on the wind. It landed on the leg …
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The Magic of 7 Years’ Time
I write this from a hostel lounge in Lisbon. The sky is a clear blue, not a cloud in sight, and the immense Rio Tejo sparkles beyond the orange-tiled rooftops. A live street guitar …