Blog Articles

A while back, I was sitting in my little blue box on a black lane meant especially for boxes. I stood still, surrounded by many other boxes. There was no movement at all. Strange, really, that my life is full of boxes. A box I live in, filled with smaller boxes...

Every (good) story begins with… Long, long ago in a land far, far away. And that is why I am starting this story differently. Not so long ago, there were three men: a walker, a long jumper, and a bartender. They had met at the bar in a smoky bar. They had fallen a...

Today, the resilience of nature surprised me once more. Two years ago, we planted a little tree close to our veranda. Shortly after planting, it lost its leaves and turned brown. I thought it was dying. It was the middle of summer. I gave it some extra nutrients and...

Why I Go to My Men’s Circle Every Week Every week, about 15 men gather. At exactly 5:30 PM, the door closes. The conductor asks everyone to confirm confidentiality—what happens or is said here stays here. Everyone raises their hand. A solemn start to an evening with...