universal basic love (yes, take it)

a message from the past

Yesterday i found this old picture of mine from when i was 5/6 years old, sitting in my favorite apple tree companion, aka the spaceship of my childhood (i have written about them HERE). On the back of the photo i can read (in a way older handwriting of mine):

we need to know what we break up with to go forward

Is that baby florence talking to me for the year ahead?

Yesterday, I also wrote the newsletter for the Hologram community of people i so love working with (you can read that one HERE, if you wanna know where i’ll spend lots of my 2026 creating more care webs with bold feelings): reminding ourselves that we don’t need to know what’s happening - change being unpredictable (thanks Octavia <3) - but we for sure need (big word, grain of salt) to know what we leave behind. In so many ways this season is a sticky and even helpful reminder of those things; between family gatherings on a burning planet and the damocles sword of end of year reflections, maybe just finally slowing down enough to realise how exhausted we are. What are you breaking up with?

I haven’t written my poetry~letter since November, since coming back from a silent meditation retreat. I came back wondering what the things are that i am most afraid of in my life and why and how i can best embrace those, so that my fears actually can become a wise companion, like that tree back then.

Here are some desires for after the break ups:

I want kitchentable (those ones!) conversations filled with a full emotion rainbow

I want to start the new year when we feel we are ready for it, not when the fireworks are the loudest

I want to paint a picture of the messy voices in my head, dance with them, dress them up

I want to remember what I always felt and be bold enough to say it

I want to remember

…

❤️‍🔥

“Echte Veränderung ist unbequem” (real change is uncomfortable), as Emilia Roig writes in a beautiful love letter essay to her son, that i really recommend reading, auf Deutsch. And I wanna sit at that kitchentable with you and be brave and uncomfortable together, it’ll be a blib second in a lifetime of everything else we can do!

Ok, there was some poetry i wanted to share, slightly feeling the pressure of sending this out on the day that for many reading this is the turn of the year. It’s not really a sad poem, but might read like one. guten Rutsch.

with care and fire and solidarity, wishing everyone a universal basic income of love

f.snow

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listen to the poem here:

ubl diy

we are all so sad
like the pile of walnut carcasses 
in front of me

someone said it's about love
but there's no love to give
if no one ever really got it either

I look at the perfect nut shape in my palm
It's been grown and mothered
by branches and roots, sun and water

is there a ubl for humans?
a universal basic love;
something we can read out loud?

like the carcass 
our skin and bones and thoughts and feelings are shaped
as they're fed

I see a lot of diy ubl these days,
cause we lost the manual
long ago

but isn't it inside of us?
the word family being familiar,
at its roots?!

abolish yes,
though without loosing the roadmap 
for the nut to grow

I dream of
waterfalls of hearts
dropping when you least expect it

strangers smiling
cause they just met
and continue walking together

sadness carried
with those that make you
feel seen

I wanna remember 
why I'm here 
and you too

stars forming behind my eyes now
it's been a while that I forgot
that I always knew 

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As of this puddle here for 2026, besides continued poetry from the cracks, i will be sharing more of my research around the connection of care work and spinal bodies and why/how they all grow like trees… just as a heads up for the curious…

And if you’d like to listen to the latest episode of “rituals for the not~yet” on slowness with guest Lark Hill, you can do this HERE. This was the last (spring) episode of a series, giving room to a new layer of the show for whats to come, always towards.

The last thing i want to share is our ongoing fundraiser for Mahmoud and his family in Gaza, which over 700ppl have been donating to by now. Mahmoud is here in Berlin, we haven’t seen each other in a while, but I know that his brother just got a child, that bombs are still falling and that food still costs the tripple and more of what it does for us. Please consider donating, if you can!! I will give the money to Mahmoud myself.