Veronika Fuchs

@veronikafuchs.bsky.social

Sometimes I write. Mama. Dreamer. Occasional painter.

Weißt du, ich will mich schleichen leise aus lautem Kreis, wenn ich erst die bleichen Sterne über den Eichen blühen weiß. Wege will ich erkiesen, die selten wer betritt in blassen Abendwiesen— und keinen Traum, als diesen: Du gehst mit. Rainer Maria Rilke

Burnout recovery 🔥 Just having fun here. Apologies to Rilke: I'm reading his poem, "Again & again, even though we know love's landscape" (tr. Edward Snow) after seeing an art exhibit of poetry & American landscapes. Your longest relationship will always be with yourself. Keep showing up. #PoemsAloud

"There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself— Finite infinity." Emily Dickinson

“One writes like a rescue effort to oneself in the dark: an act of despair because we know there is a treasure to which we will never have access. How ignorant we are about ourselves! And yet we sign.”—Hélène Cixous