september 2023 – goodnews editorial

on offer

Starting in September, Iris Andres will hold a monthly Psychedelic Integration Circle in our gaialounge, alternating between German and English. Some people already know Iris from the Psychedelic Salon. She is a holistic integrative breath therapist, trauma therapist & facilitator for holotropic breathing.

We are delighted to welcome Iris and her group every second Thursday of the month, and wish her much success. In our psychedelic integration circles, participants will find a safe space to share their journey with others and find inspiration on how to post-process their experiences.

The first group will meet on September 14 from 18 – 21 h, this month in German. The number of participants is limited to a maximum of 15 people. Doors open at 17 h. Please register in advance (see under events below).

If you wish, you can visit us in the gaialounge beforehand. We’ll be happy to have welcome you.

I have the pleasure of attending several conferences this fall and hopefully making many new contacts, whether in Elefsina/Eleusis later this month where the theme is “Mysteries of Transition: How to Change Your Mind to Change the World”, in Berkeley at the annual conference of the Women’s Visionary Council, or at the 3rd ALPS conference in Geneva – both in October. I will be happy to report on my experiences here again. In Berkeley I will also speak myself on the subject of Susi Ramstein, Albert Hofmann’s lab assistant, the first woman and the youngest person to try LSD. More about her on another occasion.

Wishing you a good start into a promising fall!
Yours
Susanne G. Seiler

P.S. You’ll find us at the gaialounge, Hochstrasse 70 (behind Basel’s SBB station, tram stop Peter Merian), every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


life is the only way

 Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;

to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain
from everything it’s not;

to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;

and if only once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,

mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing
something important.

Wislawa Szymborska

august 2023 – goodnews editorial

consuming society

Years ago, I saw a concert by Bob Dylan, playing at the Nippon Budokan, an indoor arena, in Chiyoda, Tokyo. Originally built for the 1964 summer Olympics and for martial arts contests, it is one of the best performance halls in the world, where scores of famous musicians have played. When the Dylan concert was over, and the audience had left, there wasn’t a crumb of thrash left behind on the huge grounds. You could have eaten off the floor.

In downtown Denver, where I recently visited the Psychedelic Science Conference, the picture was similar, a few scraps here and there, but not the amounts of waste I encounter in my neighborhood every day. Nor did I see a single police patrol car, whereas they are ubiquitous here. It doesn’t stop people from leaving their trash behind wherever they go. Certain cultures don’t view trash as such, waste is just dirt to them, like all other dirt. Some people are frustrated and feel bitter about their circumstances. They leave their mark on the streets out of spite. I get it. Hot spots such as the boardwalk of Lake Zurich are a wasteland every summer morning. The problem is not only one that meets the eye: trash or parts of it end up in animal stomachs, in our water, and in fields and forest. Trash infests nature, including our own nature.

When I think of the money our cities spend on cleaning up behind people who are either too stupid or too lazy to walk a few meters to the next trash can or take home what they would leave behind, my hair stands on end. I wish our authorities were less casual about it. The good things we could with this money, if only we invested a little in teaching people that it is not okay to behave like they don’t know any better. Education, caregiving, the arts, nature, better jobs for the people who now clean up after us – the list seems endless. I am not the only one to complain, it’s just that nothing happens. I also understand that police people feel they have better things to do after three years of extensive training than to play trash patrol.

To have to pry on people never feels good, but the auxiliary sheriffs who distribute fines for over-parked cars and other minor traffic infractions – surely, they wouldn’t mind? They can’t go out there on their own though. Appealing to reason is not always well-received: it isn’t as easy to pin a fine on a rambunctious individual as it is to identify a license plate number. Should I just look away? Move to a gated community? Live in the country? Sigh.

Our jubilee on 23 July drew a nice little crowd. Many thanks to those of you who attended. We are steadily increasing our membership by keeping you informed and entertained, to connect you, and by steadily working on the registration of our archives and media library. Membership costs the equivalent of five bucks a month. We are grateful for and depend on your support. Think about it!

   Yours, sincerely,

   Susanne G. Seiler 

P.S. You’ll find us at the gaialounge, Hochstrasse 70 (behind Basel’s SBB station, tram stop Peter Merian), every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


wind swirls

 A big wind is blowing:
The new is on its way,
The old about to end,
But the new is not here yet.

I’m afraid I will crash and fall
Through the cracks of the world,
Though there is no falling
Without landing – eventually.

And I wonder as I fall
And hold my breath
Where it is taking me,
This swirl of energy.

 Anonymous

july 2023 – goodnews editorial

our anniversary & psychedelic science 

Most of you already know – we are celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of the gaiamedia foundation on Sunday, July 23, with an open house party that will last into the early evening. We hope many of you will make time for it, and that we will be able to meet you personally, especially those of you we haven’t met yet.

You probably also know that gaiamedia was founded by Dieter A. Hagenbach, who made himself a present of the foundation for his fiftieth birthday, although his birthday was July 24th. He would have turned eighty this year. 23 is a special number that has fascinated writers such as William Burroughs, Robert Anton Wilson, or Arthur Koestler. It is a prime number, and it is said to occur disproportionately often, which gives it a mysterious aura. For Wilson and Burroughs, it was ominous, and there is also a movie about it with Jim Carey, The Number 23. In the Bible, under Numbers 23:23, one finds the phrase: “What has God done!” If you think of 23, it comes up more often, at least that’s the theory. It’s true that phenomena show up more often when you pay attention to them: when I was driving a new car, I suddenly saw my make everywhere.

As Robert Anton Wilson cunningly asked: Are you more likely to find a quarter if you look for it or if you leave it to chance? See you on the 23rd? That surely won’t be a coincidence!

Last Monday I returned from Denver, Colorado, where I attended the MAPS-sponsored Psychedelic Science Conference, which ended on June 23, clearly by no accident. It was a superlative event, with over 300 speakers and endless presentations, plenaries, panels, workshops, work groups, exhibitors, and parties. I made new contacts and revived old ones, with the Women’s Visionary Council, with the publishers Inner Traditions and Synergetic Press, and with the Psychedelic Literacy Fund. I also ran into old friends and Swiss friends and was introduced to Rick Doblin, who with his organization MAPS (Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies) has done more to further the therapeutic use of psychedelics than anyone, and especially for MDMA. I had met Rick years earlier at Esalen when Terence McKenna spoke and it was Sacha Shulgin’s birthday, but he didn’t remember the occasion, and I don’t blame him. He is a charming and good-natured man. I didn’t want to keep him and left him to his other fans.

The event itself was overwhelming. There were thousands of people on site, especially on Wednesday, 21 June, when the doors of the Denver Conference Center opened to the public for the first time. The day before, I had been at a Zendo Project workshop. These are the people who take care of spiritual emergencies at big festivals, and there’s a flood  of open-air events in Switzerland, including some very large ones. It’s good to have a place to go, or people who find you when things get out of hand. This could protect confused people from worse, whether young, or already older.

We are looking forward to 23/7/23, and to seeing you!

   Yours, sincerely,

   Susanne G. Seiler 

P.S. You’ll find us at the gaialounge, Hochstrasse 70 (behind Basel’s SBB station, tram stop Peter Merian), every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


yet another poem about denver

Queen City of the Plains
Lift High Our Spirits
Sing Well Our Praise
For in You
We Live
And are Loved.

 Ashia Ajani

june 2023 – goodnews editorial

education reconsidered              

Our education system is no longer up to date. In a society like ours, where knowledge is globally available, we require a new pedagogy that caters to individual needs. Instead of merely presenting curricula, teachers might empower our children and grandchildren to explore, analyze, and cultivate their own ideas and plans collaboratively with their peers.

Claudio Naranjo, the trailblazing Chilean American psychiatrist, spiritual teacher, and psychedelic therapist, made significant contributions to psychiatric research by introducing harmaline, an active ingredient of ayahuasca, and the Central African Tabernanthe iboga in the Sixties. In later years, he shifted his focus towards the education of children and adolescents, authoring a thought-provoking book titled Changing Education to Change the World: A New Vision of Schooling, which should be read by anyone who encounters the education system and hopes for alternatives.

Naranjo’s educational approach recognizes that action, thought, feeling, and consciousness are essential aspects of our being. Bill Gates recently suggested that robots can teach children how to read and write more effectively than human educators, due to the artificial teacher’s capacity to intelligently respond to the unique needs of each student in a measured and engaging manner. Given our limited attention span during childhood, robot teachers could be utilized in short, targeted sessions whenever a child is receptive to learning. Older children become valuable motivators due to their own reading skills. Within a mixed-age setting, children have the autonomy to choose their learning companions and collaboratively work in groups to explore specific subjects or engage in creative projects.

A small team of teachers provides guidance and supervision, while parents may participate both at home and in the learning centers. This approach promotes collaboration and growth.

When it comes to learning, young people tend to focus on subjects that align with their interests and abilities. Given this natural inclination, granting them greater autonomy over their education from an early age seems logical. By doing so, we foster an environment that encourages surprise and innovation, recognizing that childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood are prime creative periods in life. Many renowned geniuses accomplished their remarkable achievements before the age of twenty-five. By nurturing young learners’ autonomy, we unlock their potential and create opportunities for them to explore and excel in areas that truly captivate their curiosity and passion.
It is worth contemplating the current educational landscape, where considerable time is devoted to acquiring fundamental skills, such as reading, writing, and arithmetic. While these skills are undoubtedly essential, it is even more important to give our children access to the tools and mindset necessary to actively engage with and reinvent the world that awaits them.
   Yours, sincerely,

   Susanne G. Seiler 

P.S. You’ll find us at the gaialounge, Hochstrasse 70 (behind Basel’s SBB station, tram stop Peter Merian), every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


a red, red, rose

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

 Robert Burns

may 2023 – goodnews editorial

hectic                 

The turn of the millennium of our time corresponds approximately to the end of the 13th cycle or bakun of the Maya calendar, on 21 December 2012. Since then, time seems to be accelerating, and we are stuffing more and more content into every day.

We owe this speedy development to our competition, the semiconductors. These tiny chips have forced their effectivity on us. That’s why we are not only chronically-electronically charged, but under constant pressure to make more of a life that used to be more leisurely. Living in the here and now means arming ourselves with crash helmets and rain jackets and throwing ourselves onto our ecologically certified bikes, to take off in search of a time already lost one hundred and ten years ago. That’s how old Marcel Proust’s monumental work is this year.

What saves us is nature, and I am very optimistic in that respect. We can spend time outdoors again and decompress if we are not constantly on our cell phones or PCs. Let’s leave them at home and do without incessant availability. The word smacks of sacrifices made with religious devotion on the inexorable altar of success. Priorities set; regimes enforced. More time is less, and what for

A good time was had by all on Bicycle Day. We would like to make this memorable event an annual celebration from now on so it may grow and prosper. First, it is a beautiful route and second, there was a little sensation. A few of us were invited to the house where Albert Hofmann lived when he made his famous first intentional LSD trip. He must have felt so miserable that he headed for the next best seating so he could at least die lying down. The couch he threw himself on stood right next to the entrance. At some point we will see the house and the living room and meet the current owners: Swiss television accompanied us, sending two cameramen and a female director. More about their documentary in due course.

Wishing you a wonderful spring!
Yours,
Susanne G. Seiler

P.S. You’ll find us at the gaialounge, Hochstrasse 70 (behind Basel’s SBB station, tram stop Peter Merian), every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


uptown minneapolis, minnesota

Even though it’s May & the ice cream truck
parked outside my apartment is somehow certain,
I have a hard time believing winter is somehow,
all of a sudden, over — the worst one of my life,
the woman at the bank tells me. Though I’d like to be,
it’s impossible to be prepared for everything.
Even the mundane hum of my phone catches me
off guard today. Every voice that says my name
Is a voice I don’t think I could possibly leave
(it’s unfair to not ask for the things you need)
even though I think about it often, even though
leaving is a train headed somewhere I’d probably hate.
Crossing Lyndale to meet a friend for coffee
I have to maneuver around a hearse that pulled too far
into the crosswalk. It’s empty. Perhaps spring is here.
Perhaps it will all be worth it. Even though I knew
even then it was worth it, staying, I mean.
Even now, there is someone, somehow, waiting for me.

 Hieu Minh Nguyen

april 2023 – goodnews editorial

bicycle day 2023   

Eighty years ago, on April 19th, Albert Hofmann and his lab assistant Susi Ramstein – the first woman to take LSD – rode their bicycles from the Sandoz headquarters in Basel’s Wettstein district to Bottmingen, the suburb where the chemist lived with his family. Hofmann had intentionally taken LSD for the first time about an hour earlier.

This year’s Bicycle Day, we will retrace the approximately four-mile route he rode with young Susi’s help, as we do every year, reflecting on the many mental adventures Albert Hofmann underwent and on Susi Ramstein’s courage as the first psychedelic trip sitter.

Doors will open at 5 p.m. at the Gaia Lounge on Hochstrasse 70, providing a protected space from which we can depart and return in case of bad weather. Pre-registration is not required, refreshments and trippy music before and after the ride guaranteed.

This congenial event follows a weekend of superlatives. On Friday, April 14, at the Hotel Hofmatt in Münchenstein, the SÄPT (Swiss Medical Society for Psycholytic Therapy) will host LSD80, a celebration of the most significant day in the psychonautic year, with presentations on LSD in research, therapy, and society, as well as an evening program. For the first time, there will also be a parallel program in French. As the German-language event is sold out, I will be attending the French program and look forward to meeting new people.

On Saturday, April 15, and Sunday, April 16, you’ll find me at the LSD80 – DOWN TO EARTH festival at the Ostquai of the Rhine harbor, where an impressive industrial environment and an explosion of art and communication on all levels awaits us. We will also pay tribute to the late anthropologist Christian Rätsch, who passed away unexpectedly last September. You’ll find the complete program here.

In honour of LSD’s 80th anniversary, we are giving away free memberships to the Gaia Media Foundation. Anyone who attends the LSD Festival and completes the on-site coupon will automatically become a member for one year, receive our newsletter, access our library, and the use our lounge for their own – related – events, as well as other perks. We want the Gaia Media Lounge to once again become a lively meeting place, and a hub for the consciousness movement.

I hope you have the time and inclination to join us.

Festively Yours
Susanne G. Seiler

P.S. You’ll find us at the gaialounge, Hochstrasse 70 (behind Basel’s SBB station, tram stop Peter Merian), every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


the beauty way

Today I will walk out, today everything evil will leave me,
I will be as I was before, I will have a cool breeze over my body.
I will have a light body, I will be happy forever,
nothing will hinder me.
I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me.
I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me.
I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful.
In beauty all day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons, may I walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With dew about my feet, may I walk.
With beauty before me may I walk.
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty below me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty,
lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty,
living again, may I walk.
My words will be beautiful.

 Paul J. Howell

march 2023 – goodnews editorial

oops, I did it again!

A few years ago, I tried to microdose LSD, cutting what I thought was a tiny strip off a blotter I had obtained from the provider of my choice. I still had my Bed & Breakfast at the time and swallowed the mini dose after work, late morning. Next, I did some office work. I imagined I’d get through tasks more time-consuming than rewarding faster under the homeopathic influence of Hofmann’s finest. About thirty minutes later, my perception began to change. I couldn’t focus. My brain felt like it was expanding. Colorful patterns began to creep into my field of vision. I’d taken too much!
I decided to lie down. Although I could only have swallowed thirty micrograms, considering the strength of the entire blotter, I was rewarded with shifting landscapes, bright and vibrant, that I can only describe as sublime and spiritual. It was a warm and friendly experience, and I got up revived ninety minutes later, like after a good movie.
Last week, I tried to repeat the experiment, this time with what I hoped was considerably less. The LSD hit me within twenty minutes. It was a different, even stronger blotter. What had I done? It wasn’t like I couldn’t function IRL, but I didn’t particularly want to. I got on the Intercity to Basel anyway. The train had not left Zurich for long when a guy got up and began to beg for money. Strictly verboten. This young man was in abominable shape, and it hurt to see him so sick and strung out. He had spittle stuck to one corner of his mouth, and he swayed as he left another passenger and turned to me. I held up my open right palm to fend him off. He passed me by but later came back, and I took pity on him. In this moment, we were both users of different illegal substances, from different backgrounds, and for different reasons.
Our exchange remains private. I am more convinced than ever that we should embrace people like him, so helpless and without perspective, lost. I felt his restlessness, his desperation. His legs were covered with big white blotches, as if he had vitiligo, and full of sores. He represented the jetsam and flotsam of our society, the people nobody wants, not even in a rehab program. I know they can’t take everybody, but this guy wasn’t mean or disrespectful. Nor was he dumb. He wasn’t clean. I gave him a bit of money. I don’t care how he spent it. I want him to know that I see him. That I don’t despise him. And that I want a better life for him.
The supposed microdose lingered until early in the evening when I took the train back home. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred though the days are getting longer!
Yours
Susanne G. Seiler

P.S. You’ll find us at the Gaia Lounge, Hochstrasse 70 in Basel (near Basel SBB main station, tram stop Peter Merian) every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!

nothing gold can stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

 Robert Frost


february 2023 – goodnews editorial

paths to legalization 

Despite the medical and social damage caused by alcohol running into millions and billions every year, when I go to any supermarket and buy liquor, wine, and beer for hundreds of dollars, no one asks me if I am entitled to do so. Meanwhile the proposed model for cannabis consumption requires registration. Should I write “stoner” on my forehead and potentially be discriminated against by insurance companies, health insurers and employers?
And if cannabis would – finally –be decriminalized, how do we proceed with psychedelics and finally with all other substances? As already mentioned in the last editorial, this is medically not a problem, at least in Switzerland, where close to seventy therapists have official licenses to provide psychedelic care to their clientele. The author Claude Weill, who wrote a great book about the use of psychedelics late in life, says: “Adults who have the necessary basic knowledge and have had their first experience with psychedelics under guidance should be allowed to consume legally.” In the same article of the ‘Beobachter’ of March 30, 2020, addiction specialist Toni Berthel insists that we “don’t need lifestyle moralists.”
But how should this happen in concrete terms? What we certainly need is a network for spiritual emergencies, because even those who obtain a license to consume psychedelics cannot always cope with their experiences alone. Group work is called for, and we need a network of volunteer caregivers as well. We must find our own ways to counter the commercialism of the burgeoning psychedelics industry if we don’t want to be taken over and exploited. Where the substances are to come from must also be regulated. The medical model mentioned at the beginning shows a possible approach. How can private persons profit from it and thus flush money into the right coffers, namely into the university environment, where it is not about money, but about a different kind of gain, an increase in awareness?
And finally, what do we do with the countless cocaine addicts and other users of addictive substances? How are they to get what they need or want safely if they are not among the hard cases who benefit from our national heroin program? Should they be, like in the Rolling Stones’ ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want,’ standing in line with Mr. Jimmy at a pharmacy to get their prescriptions filled? Addicts do not only need safe spaces to consume, but also affordable and safe housing. We must not make the mistake of leaving people out in the cold who are interested in substances, but not necessarily in consciousness expansion. The psychedelic ethos is humane, and inclusive. Everything else remains to be seen.
Yours
Susanne G. Seiler

P.S. You’ll find us at the Gaia Lounge, Hochstrasse 70 in Basel (near Basel SBB main station, tram stop Peter Merian) every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


a thousand winters

A thousand winters’ words have sounded clearer
than my own. I hold up the wind, admire its color.
The cup tries to empty but I keep it full, alright.
I regret that while I lived, I never drank enough.
A thousand years and no one speaking, no light.
It’s my own fault if my life is bitter; tough
things flourish here. I’m sad the need is lost
for torches. As day dawns misty, I’m a ghost.

 Matvei Yankelevich

january 2023 – goodnews editorial

come together 

At the beginning of the New Year, I would like to wish you all the best: be well, stay chill and kind!
For the coming year, I am hoping for friendships and communities to develop among psychonauts. We are dealing with at least four separate issues you can get involved in.
The first question concerns the decriminalization of psychedelics for indigenous populations around the globe, whose right to the traditional use of the substances they use must be recognized internationally. Without them, we would not know about psychoactive plants and other herbs.
We do not need to worry about the medical field. This is well covered by psychiatrists and psychologists, by universities, hospitals and clinics that are in good contact with the authorities. I remind you that research is being done with natural or synthetic psychedelic substances at all major Swiss universities, and at many renowned international universities.
The third area that awaits better regulation concerns the private and ritual use of psychedelics, within or outside of a (spiritual) community. It cannot be that I commit a crime with an action that takes place far from the public and concerns only myself.
The fourth area, often scornfully dismissed, concerns the large group of young people who prefer the use of substances, usually in small doses, to dance the night away at parties and raves, giving expression to their inner world through their bodies. Many adults seem to have forgotten how much energy young people have! A body in motion may be able to process and shake off trauma precisely because verbalization is not possible, as emotional experience and conscious content are still lacking. Many admonitions and prohibitions from childhood find their silent grave in the disco.
No matter where and in which of these four areas, it is always about freedom and self-determination. Achieving them is up to all of us. I hope we’ll find ways to bring the right people together!
Please get through the winter well – with or without substantial support!

P.S. You’ll find us at the Gaia Lounge, Hochstrasse 70 in Basel (near Basel SBB main station,  tram stop Peter Merian) every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


prairie snows

bitter january wind brushes fingers through highway foxtails my hands bruised purple with full midnight moon and you beside me your laughter warm in my chest

 Sequoia

december 2022 – goodnews editorial

hard times 

I have to find a way to balance our troubled world with my own optimism, joy and obligations.
 Patti Smith

The pandemic and the brutal war in the Ukraine have thrown us off track. Life has become expensive. In America, some madman mows down innocent people at least once a week. Women around the world are the targets of male violence, underreported cases the rule. Excess mortality everywhere, especially in battered nature. Not that everything was better before; we know what ails and offends us and have fewer illusions about who we are and what we are capable of.
Christmas is just around the corner, despite everything a reason to rejoice. Our family decided a few years ago that we only give presents to the children. I do not adhere to it: the adults are my children too, as are their partners, by proxy.
As for gifts, since the verdict against the adults, I rely on natural produce. For my grandson, who has a talent for pottery, I asked the potter down the street if he can spend an afternoon with her, and if she’ll fire his creations for him. One third of the family is abroad this year. I had my gifts delivered there – unfortunately not in kind, but something for the entire stirp. I’m still looking for gifts for a teenage girl and for a young woman. Anyone can just buy stuff.
I am grateful that we are healthy, that we love each other (with occasional exceptions) and that we may enjoy the celebration of the returning light in peace and safety this year too.
Remembering people who are not as fortunate as we are, is just as much a part of our Christmas as a hopefully successful big meal (I am the cook this year) and, most of all, the joy of being together.

Restoratively Yours
Susanne G. Seiler

P.S. You’ll find us at the Gaia Lounge, Hochstrasse 70 in Basel (near Basel SBB main station,  tram stop Peter Merian) every Thursday afternoon from 14 – 18 h. Welcome!


lost in the forest

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

 Pablo Neruda

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