Wild Yeast

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man. — Heraclitus (6th Century B.C.) Walking along the Aare river I stop to see the water flow And think of Heraclitus’ dictum Ahead of me I spot a woman …

Publié dans Le Courrier Lundi 11 avril 2022 XIMENA ESCOBAR DE NOGALES Bien que les enfants de Suisse soient éloigné·es des zones de combat ukrainiennes, beaucoup savent qu’une guerre fait rage en Europe. Que demandent-ils? Et que peuvent faire les adultes pour les aider? Quelques pistes. Victoria, 7 ans, lève…

To Marie Kondo, a woman of few words This exercise will help you let go of words that no longer serve you, create space for new ones, and offer you a new wordrobe that best reflects your current self. A word of advice: the exercise is planned for three days…

Note: To practice this sexercise you will require calm and privacy. If you don’t have it now, save it for another moment. Find a warm, secluded space Remove all your clothes, layer by layer Lie down Close your eyes to see better Abstain from thinking Remain in the now Take…

Thanks to all the children and adults who shared their thoughts with me. Although children in Switzerland are far removed from the combat zone, many know a war is raging in Europe. What are they asking? What are we, adults, answering? What can we do to help them? Seven-year-old Victoria…

Auf dem Fahrrad, unterwegs zur Arbeit, packt mich der Gedanke wir könnten alle sterben, jetzt an diesem makellosen Wintertag bevor das Rad seine Drehung vollendet hat Wie Eierschalen zerdrückt durch seinen grausig zornigen Schlag Unsere Leben in seiner Hand sein Kopf voller Dämonen wie damals, nur schlimmer Beim Rotlicht ein…

A megalomaniac with a nuclear arsenal holds Europe in his hand. How and when did this bullied boy become the global threat he is? Despite some progress, emotional education is still not given the importance it deserves. It is rarely considered a teachable subject in schools. And at the workplace…

As I bike to work a thought overtakes me We could all die now On this gorgeous winter day Before the wheel completes one more turn Crushed by his angry, mighty blow Like eggshell Our lives in his hands His head full of demons Like then, only worse At the…