connected a sunny week, with best wishes from the capital
The John
This past weekend I was able to spend with family in Montowski Elbingerode. It was very nice, for the first time this year again in Elbi to enjoy the fantastic weather to enjoy time with friends and sisters to feel the sun, hear the rustling of the leaves and the creek, laughing children to who live to breathe the fresh air and still be read with Pascal evening before falling asleep ... All I need really do not, right? I had still more: a number of sounds that could easily house the mother-church hall went directly to my dream wings of the soul, but praise and thanks to him that I always return this kindness can be given. Music is my way of expressing myself ;-)
If you were born as a living artist? "No," says Titus Müller, but you can learn to become one - and that's not so hard! This booklet explains the successful author of his own experiences and offer tips, how do you manage to go more easily and spontaneously through the day, pick up the gifts that God one day will present the feet, and breakdowns that happen now times not so to take seriously.
who lies down in a field and looks to the clouds? Who knows yet Dämmerstündchen with mutual storytelling? Instead, we rattle through the day like little marionette, turns over constantly. Even after work yet. Once completely switch off - this is not so easy.
Why will not more to heaven? And if so, why no one says publicly? The capital of journalist Mark Spiegel is tired of discussing only "moral compass", "social security" and "sustainable policy." He admits what he wants above all others: in the long term happiness, love with no expiration date, eternal life. In other words, he wants in the sky.
Many see music as a mysterious gift. Either you have them - or not. That the idea is not correct, prove the new book by Christoph Drösser. The somewhat provocative subtitle, "Why are we all musical" will be taken up again and again, entertaining and of course, the author explains what modern science has discovered about music and the musical abilities of us all.
H err I throw my joy
like birds in the sky.
The night is verflattert,
and I am looking at the light.
So one day, Lord, such a day!
D a sun has burned off the dew
of grass and of our hearts.
What comes out of us because,
what is there to us this morning,
that's you.
H err, I'm happy today, in the morning.
The birds and singing angels,
and I rejoice, too.
The all and our hearts
are open to your grace.
I feel my body and I thank ch.
The sun burns my skin,
I thank you.
The sea rolling against the beach,
applauds the spray against our house,
thank me.
H err, I'm looking forward to the creation
and that you are behind and beside
and before and above and in us.
I am ch me, Lord, I am
and look forward to.
The psalms sing of your love,
the prophets preach,
and we learn.
H err, I throw my joy
like birds in the sky.
A new day, the sparkles and crackles, pops and
jubilant of your love.
Every day do thou
Hallelujah, Lord.