My thoughts search for answers; they delve deep; they seek to understand. And sometimes they return to where it all began: to the old mud-brick house between Hungary and Serbia – in the old Danube Swabian region. That is where I grew up – with my grandmother Julia and her brother Alois. Two simple, wise people who shaped my thinking. They were my family, my teachers, my first role models. We lived without electricity – with paraffin lamps, the fire in the stove and bread from the clay oven. I was often alone – but never lonely. For I was always lost in my thoughts.

Those two dear people have long since passed away. The house still stands – silent and empty. Yet even today, my thoughts sometimes wander through its old walls. I remember how my grandmother used to look for me, and I can still hear my uncle’s clear, sometimes stern voice – just as I did back then, when I’d hide in the henhouse or the goat shed or by the old wringer when they called for me – just to let my mind wander. I wanted to follow my thoughts to their conclusion.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing today!
I think a lot!

Today, I am a wife, a mother, a grandmother – and a holistic mentor for life and health. I have been supporting people for decades. But my thoughts have always been with me too. I have written some of them down – and shared some publicly. Some of them have helped others to find their own clarity.

That is why this blog exists.
Here, I share the gems of my thoughts with you today.

– Thoughts from back then.
– Thoughts from now.
– Thoughts that might touch you.
– That remind you.
– That accompany you.
– That lift you up.

Because I believe:
Thoughts are more than words.
They are paths, prayers, spaces full of light. They are power.

Gianna