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Well, DU, what to say after almost four months since we met up in Frankfurt? I bet we both could say a lot — but where to start, where to go, and where to end? Yikes! OK, Punita, just jump in.

I’ll start here where I am now. Recuperating and recharging in the gentle small Dutch city of Boxmeer just a few minutes drive from the German border. OK, almost everything’s smaller in Holland —but recuperating from what? Well, soon after I got over considerable jet lag (yes it gets bigger with age), I plunged into three non-stop months of culture shock, culture clash, and just plain putting-my-foot-in-my-mouth more times than you could count. Plus the most serious bladder infection EVER. Finding myself in the boonies of (prior) East German (DDR) territory and suddenly being dependent for every-little-thing transport. Plus living and eating again in commune after years of being mostly on my own… Not to mention finally, actually being together with you, PremNiri, after a year diving into the heights and depths of what-all is possible long-distance communicating.

Boxmeer/Kleve 2011

In a few days I return to DU, to my new space at Oshostadt, and to Chapter Zwei of my new life 2011-12. And that’s where the ‘recharging’ comes in. I do feel ready for whatever comes ‘next.’ I hope you do, too. Somehow, the first three difficult and extremely stressful months were necessary, even essential. For me, for Du, for everyone.This ain’t some excuse for my expectations or lack of savoir faire — just a feeling that somehow all the stress and craziness were perfectly OK. But NOT to be repeated, or stuck in with any pockets of resentment or pain.

So, Jan is calling me for a last quick shop in mild-mannered Boxmeer.

…A few hours later, I have plenty of Dutch sweeties for the commune’s 16:00 sweet tooth and something for Siddhartha as well. For DU I have already a bag of belated birthday kisses, mostly your deep blue colour.

But before I sign off from the Netherlands, this courtesy of my host’s daughter who just celebrated her MA  thesis on the novelist George Eliot:

“Thee’st done it now,” said Mr. Poysner, a little alarmed and uneasy, but not without some triumphant amusement at his wife’s outbreak.

“Yes, I know I’ve done it, ” said Mrs. Poysner; “but I’ve had my say out, and I shall be th’ easier for’t all my life. There’s no pleasure i’ living, if you’re going to be corked up forever, and only dribble your mind out by the sly, like a leaky barrel. I shan’t repent saying what I think…” (Adam Bede)

Well, I won’t repent — or repeat — these first three months either, DU.  And I look forward to being with you again. ~LP

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What to say! Until we either HAVE the time, or STEAL the time, to write the full stories of How We Met almost exactly One Year ago — this note will HAVE to do!  Do you remember it? I left my USB connector in your office where I had finally found a location at Oshostadt with some post-80’s internet access. I called to ask you PLEASE to send it to me ASAP in Berlin. And you DID! I got it the next day in a small white bubble wrap envelope with this note hastily tucked inside. It’s been snuggled under my laptop every since. I have the envelope too. After all, it has your address on it. So now I can find my way back to you again.

I see you sooner in Frankfurt, Beloved! With kisses galore. ~LP

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“Kein Du, bist hier, bei mir, NICHT GUT!”

After so many months of foreplay YOU COME over

to Premniris place in Oshostadt.
And after so many moments of SEHNSUCHT through the phone, finally ….

Premniri

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Nine Months since I called you feeling that I was  ‘going way out on a limb’ saying that I thought we should see each other before I left for the states. After just meeting you for the first time some few days before. Unexpected.

Nine Months since you took the train from Remptendorf to Berlin and spent the weekend with me in tree-lined  Steglitz apartment. Me packing, tying up some loose ends with Mahadevi, more packing. No plan what was happening. After all, we had only sat next to each other on the bench at Oshostadt, held hands and talked some. One kiss only.

Nine Months since you left back to your office near the forest, and I early the next morning back to Seattle after two months in Berlin. That Monday was the Mayan Calendar New Year.  That Sunday the first day we made some loving — my favorite ‘Day out of Time’. Definitely unrehearsed.

Nine Months since I hesitated just before telling you that I ‘felt pregnant’ after being with you that unexpected weekend in Berlin. I had waited a few days to say anything. But I knew the feeling. And you told me how it was for you riding back on the train. That you ‘felt pregnant’ …

And somewhere I remember saying very crisply clearly: I am a total yes to you. Whatever that meant. I had not rehearsed that line. It just spoke itself. I think I was cleaning the bathroom before I left the apartment ready for returning friends. I had asked you to help, and you did. I noticed how you helped. Everything felt easy.

And you commented that you weren’t allergic to me! And you brought all these great photos and stories of old girlfriends. We shared stories of old lovers. And our astrological charts — you brought them too! And your heart. And your depths. And your sex. And I think I talked quite a bit. We talked quite a bit. Taking it slow but intense.

We didn’t know anything. I felt a lot. We talked a lot on the phone. You came here, to Seattle, over New Year’s. And slowly, steadily, surely over the past nine months … oh, that’s for my next post …

After I pack and clean and pack some more and get this weekend’s Moving Sale behind me. But I had to take a moment today while the painters finish upstairs, and the real estate agent tries to convince me to invest $2000 in new carpeting. It’s all getting quite complete. It is complete.

And we have a date in Frankfurt on the 10th of June. How about that!?! Let’s see how this ‘baby’ turns out! After all there was no guarantee we would make it this far. Nine Months!  Yahoop! ~LP

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I was born 1954 into a German Catholic Westfalian farmers family. Around the dining table we were a bunch of people, five kids, mother and father, aunties and neighbors – our own commune.
And that’s how I ended up, living in commune at Oshostadt in Thüringen, Germany,
www.oshostadt.de.

We kids had a paradise playground in deep forests, fields, graze lands and river valleys. Even our own lake to swim and dive. Although helping at the farm and feeding the animals, we played a lot — enjoying our own independent world.
In spite of this wild life in nature, Catholic education killed any social abilities with “the other sex”. Girls – what’s that? Long talks with my elder brother were common – about anything else except  “that”.
As an intellectual teenager I had my Sigmund Freud phase, swallowing his books trying to find truths.
I once asked my brother: “If there have lived people like Jesus and Buddha whose teachings taste dusty and not up-to-date, more dead than alive for us today, why can’t there be someone like them living now?” I didn’t have the faintest idea how close I was … While studying Sociology/Psychology I went to a weekly group experimenting with human growth movement techniques – (Selbsterfahrungsgruppe). We tried it all: Bioenergetics, Encounter, Yoga, Zen, and Meditations that combined Western and Eastern methods. Developed by some guy in India with the name Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh – at the end of the 80’s he dropped that name and was simply called Osho. (see
www.osho.com).
In 1976 I did my first Osho Dynamic Meditation, Kundalini, Nadabrahma. I felt my body streamings, giving me the message “you can’t live through the head, it’s through the body!” One of Osho’s books, “The Hammer on the Rock”, had been translated into German. His writing was to me the taste of truth.

I dropped studying, learned organic farming and looked for a place in the countryside to live with others. After a year in an Otto-Mühl-oriented Landcommune, where we also tried free sex with changing partners, I was courageous enough to move to an Osho- Sannyas commune in Bavaria, Purvodaya. We went on “changing partners” combined with commune work, self-discovery groups and meditations. It was a fuckin’ juicy time.
Over the years commune members went “back to the marketplace”.  So did I, starting a textscan business in Munich and buying a fancy flat in the best part of town. It was a game for me, but after some years “in the city” I felt bored. After Germany’s re-unification,  a few “daring” friends like Swami Siddhartha (founder of Purvodaya)  looked for bigger properties to purchase in the Ex-DDR. And that’s how Oshostadt came to life, where I am sitting now running my textscan service, chopping wood and writing posts….

… and the story continues – how Westfalian farmboy meets New York chicken … yahooo!!! ~ premniri

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