Love really is a strange word. It is used for many irrelevantly things, like love for food, the love for things or love for activities. When we are strongly attracted to somebody then we are in love with him or her.

Now a BeingInLove happened to myself, which has nothing to do with one or the other. I fell in love with a man. I have experienced the BeingInLove, beating of the heart, sweaty hands and the continues thinking of somebody with whom I barely spoke a couple of private words. And, let me tell you, this man as well as I prefer the female sex.

The man is called Madhukar and my love lighted on him, but aims at the Self that this man continuously and always indicates. Basically I fell in love with my SELF.

Well, do we start at the beginning? This year (2007) I traveled for the fourth time in a row to Baden-Baden to the Rainbow-Spirit-Festival. Each year I visited the meetings with Madhukar and there I felt inner (and often also outer) cheeriness and silence. Last year (2006) I even was enthused that Madhukar in 2007 moved on the first place of my internal Rainbow ranking list. After the meeting on Whit Monday I heard a voice in my head telling me that the time has come for me to bow to him. So I got into the line and soon I sat in front of him and our eyes met ….

Already one day later it happed in an astonishing and wonderful way that I sat with him in the retreat. There I fell in love ….. and this love grows deeper and deeper and more intimate after each meeting, and in me peace and silence are moving in.