written meditations

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Each day I make a serious effort to be effective in at least one way. Some days that means accomplishing great deeds. Some days that means relaxing as deeply as I feel like. Whatever it is that I am doing, I want to feel successful in that and I like feeling successful in all that I do.

            Sometimes I don’t think I am as successful as I want to be. Sometimes I don’t seem to get things done the way I would like. Sometimes the results of my efforts don’t meet up with my expectations. But in each of those times I know that I did the best I could, and that is good enough. That is good enough.

            I get to experience many wonderful successes each and every day. Getting up and out the door in the morning is a greater success than one might suppose. It is no small feat to let go of the delicious dreamtime and the comfort of bed to stand up and face the day. There is nothing trivial in being a human setting out for another day of the exploration of life. There are so many experiences when I first start my day that I often overlook most of them. But I celebrate my success in putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward in my life.

            I celebrate my success in smiling to people: those I know and those I don’t know. There is a sweet vulnerability that I experience when I smile. There is a certain kind of courage that I somehow muster up to show my feelings, even a little bit. Letting people see who I am, at whatever level I am willing to show, is an accomplishment that I can be proud of. I like the success of being vulnerable.

            I like making the effort to create my world the way I would like it to be. I know that all of us are trying to make our individual worlds the way we want. Sometimes we end up working together for our dreams. Sometimes we work against each other. But we all get to use our energies in creative ways. I like it best when we work together, but it doesn’t always have to be that way. I like feeling that I am creating my life from my deepest core, even when no one else is with me on this. There is a sweet success that I love, knowing that I am being true to myself.

            Sometimes I like to take on great challenges. The sweetness of the success in overcoming these challenges seems all the more gratifying because of the greater difficulty. I like the feeling of pushing myself a little to accomplish things that I thought were very demanding. There is a lovely satisfaction in pitting myself against some hard problem and coming out on top. I love the feeling of that kind of success!

            I also love the feeling of success when I overcome my fears. Sometimes my fears and my doubts seem to cripple me. I get lost in imagining all sorts of unfortunate circumstances that could befall me. But when I remember that I am in charge of my thoughts, then I can steer them in the direction of my desires and hopes instead. Success in my inner world is always satisfying and worthy of some small celebration. I love the success of conquering my fears!

            I love the success of expressing myself fully. These big and small endeavors to take what I see and feel on the inside and find a way to show them to the world is enormously rewarding. As a creator being it is an integral part of my nature to create. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a great symphony or a delicious batch of cookies. It is the creation that is important. I love the simple success of creating what is naturally arising from within me.

            One of the greatest successes I know is to successfully connect with someone else. The pleasure of connection can be exquisite and worth whatever effort it takes to make that connection. To successfully connect with someone, or even with an animal or some other spirit, is an achievement of the highest spiritual order. To hold onto a relationship, even briefly is a triumph. This is the food of our deepest natures. I love the success of all of my connections and relationships.

            I am the one who is in charge of my life. I am the one who is living this particular existence. And I am the one who gets to say what success for me is and is not. I don’t need for other people to tell me what a successful life looks like. I choose what a successful life is for me. I like being successful in my terms.

            In this world where there are so many distractions and opinions about how one should live one’s life, it’s a great challenge to be authentically oneself. Sometimes I think this is the greatest challenge of them all. And when I succeed in truly being me, no matter how small a success that may be, I glory in that success. I know that I have taken another step towards being whole and healthy. I love that success and I look for it each day. I love the success in being who I am.

            I love being successful. And I am successful each and every day.

I like feeling better and I like the pleasure of relaxing. Relaxing is such a big pleasure all by itself. Each muscle that relaxes makes me feel even better. I like telling specific muscles to relax and feeling the pleasure when they do. I like letting my muscles relax.

            I enjoy just being in the present moment. When I have nothing I am willing to worry about, and nothing that I let disturb me from the past, I simply take pleasure in being right here, right now. The tranquility of this moment is delicious.

            When I am being present to myself, I see more clearly, hear more clearly, and everything around me seems brighter and more vital. I like that. There is a special sense of aliveness in being in the moment that feels especially good.

            I enjoy being at peace with the Earth. This amazing planet that I live on nurtures me beautifully when I let it. When I am at peace with the Earth I can feel her raw beauty and I know that, in time, she will right any imbalances. I love doing my part to take care of her, just as she takes care of me. I love the Earth.

            It feels so good when I am at peace with the people around me. I much prefer to let the little things go, so that I can enjoy my peace. My peace is so important to me that I am willing to ignore and overlook many things that I used to let bother me. I really like my peace.

            I love being at peace with my body. My body is my friend, my very dear friend. And just like any dear friend, I avoid criticizing my body whenever I can. My body likes it when I complement it. And I like it, too, when I complement my body. 

            My body likes it when I tell it I’m grateful for all the excellent work it does. I like making my body happy. When my body is happy, I am happy. I love my body, as I know it loves me.

            I love being at peace with my past. It’s all over now; the past is just memories of experiences. Some of them I liked and some I didn’t like. But now those experiences have faded into the background of my life. I don’t have to hang on to painful memories any more than I have to remember a stubbed toe. I make peace with my past by simply allowing those memories to exist in their own world and I let the hard feelings about them dissolve away. I love the peace of forgiveness.

            I love being at peace with my future. I don’t really know what will happen next, and that’s okay. I know I will do the best I can, and that’s enough. I know that when I relax and stay in a place of feeling good, things always seem to work out for me. I enjoy my desires for new experiences and I let them unfold in their own time. I

love the peace of trust.

            I love being at peace with myself. Whatever this amazing being that I call “me” is, I think it’s wonderful. I know that I don’t have to be anything other than who I am. No one else’s ideas of who I should be are nearly as important as how I really am. I enjoy discovering new things about myself. And I enjoy the new ways that I recreate myself each day. I love being who I am. I love being alive. And I love being at peace with myself.

  I look around me and I see so much beauty and so much diversity. The world is alive with creativity and splendor. I feel a kind of awe and wonder when I take the time to be aware of this vast world around me.

            Isn’t it interesting that I can be so different, so uniquely me, and still be an integral element of the Universe? Isn’t it interesting that the world seems to get along just fine without me, but it seems to get along much better when I make my contributions? I seem to add a little something to the symphony of life.

            It doesn’t seem to matter much what my contribution looks like; it just matters that I make one. I want to make a contribution that is in harmony with the world, but that contribution can look a hundred different ways. I look for the contribution that makes me feel the most wonderful.

            Every creative act I perform expresses some part of me. Every time I do anything, I am being creative. Some things are more satisfying than others, of course. But each time I express myself, I show a little bit more of who I really am. I look for creative ways to share my being.  I look for creative ways to express my soul.

            I hate being criticized. I really do. I don’t like others to criticize me and I don’t like it when I criticize myself. I do the best I can, and I think that is good enough. After all, I can’t be expected to do better than my best. I make the best decisions I know how to, and I am content that I have done what I genuinely could.

            I’m sure other people don’t like to be criticized either. I know that when I criticize other people they disconnect from me a little. They seem to do that even when I  criticize them silently. I don’t want to disconnect from other people. I like the feelings of connection. I think I will stop criticizing other people. I think I will stop criticizing myself. I think I will just stop criticizing period!

            I can appreciate instead of criticizing. I can appreciate and compliment things in other people. There’s always at least one thing that I can find to compliment. And I can compliment myself and appreciate myself in what I do and who I am. I know there are lots of things I can compliment myself about. I will take some time each day to find things to appreciate about myself.

            One of the things I most appreciate about myself is how I can turn what I am feeling into some form of art. Whether it’s great art or not is not important. What is important is that I am expressing aspects of myself. I am sharing a little of my soul with the world. I let go of my fear that someone will criticize my work. It’s only their opinion, and my opinion counts for much more in my life.

            Whenever someone says anything that I might take as a criticism, I quickly remind myself of the major things I appreciate about myself. I don’t want to waste time feeling bad because someone else wants me to feel bad. I want to feel good whenever I can. I deserve to feel good and I will make every effort to feel good as much as possible.

            When I make sure that I am taking good care of my feelings, my creativity seems to flourish. I know I’m in charge of how I feel and when I do that well, I am amazingly powerful and creative. I know that feeling good is my sign that I am connected to my creative center. I like that and I make that connection sacred for me.

            When I come back into my sacred connection with my creative center, the world seems to be on the right track and things seem to just flow for me. And when I find myself having a hard time getting back to my sacred connection, I know that all I have to do is relax, let whatever feelings are coming up push on through, and return my focus to the things that make me feel good.

            I know I am good at what I do and I want to share that with the world. Not everyone will enjoy my work as much as I do. But they’re not the ones I want to stir. I want to affect those people who appreciate my work. I want to share with them the excitement I feel within me. These are the people with whom I want to connect. Even if there are only a few of them, these people are enough.

            I feel that I have to let this spark of creativity out. It is almost a sacred duty to express this aspect of my soul. I know I can never be truly happy unless I do. So I choose to reveal this part of my soul, no matter what. And I give thanks that I have this great spark to share. And I give thanks that I am alive with all the other great sparks around me!

 A friend of mine, Dr. Martin Schmidt, recently translated a few of my workshop pieces into German. I am very grateful for his work and I offer these translations to those of you who read German better and English.

Transformation at Dinner is one of my favorite stories about stories and I generally use it in my Healing the Stories We Tell Ourselves class.

Miracle Max’s Magical Jewelry Store is a playful exercise in learning to be a connoisseur of feelings and choosing which feelings you’d like to experience the most. I haven’t posted this yet anywhere else, but I use it frequently in my workshops.

         Another of the stories about stories that I use in my teaching is The Six Stories. I use it to illustrate how it is the stories we tell that make us hurt. Once you get this, life becomes so much easier!

   A young man, 32, sat across from me recently and told me about all the anger he held around the death by avalanche of his older brother. He was 8 at the time and his brother was 10. The avalanche caught everyone by surprise in their small Alaskan village and there was no way to have anticipated the danger.

            Ein junger Mann, 32jährig, sass mir kürzlich gegenüber und erzählte mir von all dem Ärger, den er verspürte seit sein älterer Bruder durch ein Lawinenunglück ums Leben kam. Er war zu diesem Zeitpunkt 8 Jahre, sein Bruder war 10 Jahre. Die Lawine brach ohne Ankündigung in ihr kleines Dorf in Alaska und es gab keine Möglcihkeit, der Gefahr zu entgehen.

            The young man had lost his closest friend, mentor, guide, and comrade. He was disconsolate afterwards. No one could help him. His anger grew so much that people just stopped trying help him. His parents apparently became aloof, as did his friends at school. He felt awful and no one seemed to be doing anything about it.

            Der junge Mann hatte seinen engsten Freund, seinen Mentor und Anführer, seinen Kameraden verloren. Er war nach dem Unfall untröstlich. Niemand konnte ihm helfen. Sein Ärger wuchs in solche Dimensionen, dass seine Mitmenschen aufhörten, ihm helfen zu wollen.  Selbst seine Eltern distanzierten sich von ihm, ebenso seine Mitschüler. Er fühlte sich schrecklich und niemand schien auch nur irgendetwas für ihn zu tun.

            Here he was sitting at my table showing me that he could contain his anger but that, if allowed to, it could come up in spectacular form. He allowed as how he would often rage at all concerned about this event that had happened 24 years ago. He mentioned that some group release work had seemed to help, but that his anger was still there.

            Hier sass er nun, an meinem Tisch und er zeigte mir, das ser all seinen Ärger bewahren konnte, jedoch, wenn es erlaubt war, dann konnte sein Ärger ausbrechen.  24 Jahre lag dieser Unfall nun bereits zurück. Und die eine oder andere Gruppentherapie hatte durchuas Erfolge gezeitigt, aber sein Ärger war nach wie vor da.

            I suggested that he could most easily relieve his anger by changing the story. This, quite naturally, was met with deep skepticism, but he was willing to go further. So I asked him if he thought his brother had intentionally abandoned him. He said that as a child he was angry at being abandoned by his brother but now he could see that his brother certainly hadn’t done any such thing intentionally. So I asked him, from his perspective today could he forgive his brother for dying? After a moment, “Yes.”

            Ich brachte den Vorschlag, dass er seinen Ärger am einfachsten auflösen könne, indem er seine eigene Geschichte umschreibt. Diese Vorgehensweise, wie so üblich, wurde mit Skepsis aufgenommen; jedoch war er bereit, weiter zu gehen. Also fragte ich ihn, ob er denn glaube, dass ihn sein Bruder bewusst zurückgewiesen habe. Er sagte, dass er als Kind darüber verärgert war, von seinem Bruder zurückgewiesen zu werden, heute aber kann er erkennen, dass sein Bruder dies sicherlich nicht absichtlich getan habe. Also fragte ich ihn, ob er – aus seiner heutigen Perspektive betrachtet – seinem Bruder dafür vergeben könne, das ser verstarb? Nach einem Moment kam die Antwort: “Ja.”

            Then there were the friends that had seemingly abandoned him. I asked him if it was possible that they had cared about him but didn’t know what to do. Was it possible that he had even driven them away with his anger? “Yes.” From his perspective today, could he forgive his friends for “abandoning” him? “Yes.”

            Und dann ging es um die Freunde, die ihn scheinbar zurückgewiesen hatten. Ich fragte ihn, ob es möglich ware, dass diese sich um ihn kümmern wollten, jedoch nicht wussten, was sie tun sollten. Könnte es möglich gewesen sein, dass er auch sie mit seinem Ärger verschreckt habe? “Ja.” Aus seiner heutigen Sicht, könne er seinen Freunden vergeben, dafür dass sie ihn “zurückgewiesen” hatten? “Ja.”

            I then asked him if he thought it was possible that his parents were distraught over their loss, perhaps even more so than he, and couldn’t figure out how to cope with their loss. Was it possible that they loved him as best they could, but were doing so in the midst of incredible pain? “Yes.”

Ich fragte ihn daraufhin, ob es vielleicht möglich war, dass seine Eltern so verzweifelt über ihren persönlichen Verlust waren, vielleicht sogar viel mehr als er selbst, und selbst nicht wussten, wie sie mit ihrem Verlust umgehen sollten. War es möglich, dass sie, seine Eltern, ihn so liebten, wie es ihnen möglich war, jedoch selbst verstrickt in ihrem eigenen Schmerz? “Ja.”

            I gave him a quick lesson in expectations, that expectations are something we create ourselves, and because they are created without doubt, they look a lot like reality. But they aren’t reality; they are only a thought form we have created and thus we’re responsible for them. No one is responsible for living up to the expectations we create any more than we are responsible for living up to the expectations that other people create. He had created expectations of how his parents should have acted and they hadn’t lived up to his expectations. Who was responsible for those expectations? “I was.” In light of how he was viewing things today, could he find it in his heart to forgive his parents? “Yes.”

            Ich gab ihm hierauf eine kurze Lektion zum Thema “Erwartungen”. Das Erwartungen etwas sind, die wir selbst herstellen und weil sie hergestellt werden ohne Zweifel, ihnen tatsächlich der Anschein von Realität anhaftet. Sie sind aber keine Wirklichkeit; sie sind eine Gedankenform, die von uns erschaffen wurde und für die wir selbst verantwortlich sind. Niemand ist verantwortlich in der von uns erschaffenen Erwartung zu leben oder in der Erwartung zu leben, die andere Menschen erschaffen haben. Er hatte Erwartungen aufgebaut, wie sich seine Eltern zu verhalten hätten und sie haben diese Erwartung nicht erfüllt. Wer also war verantwortlich für diese Erwartungen? “Ich war es.” In dem Licht, in dem er heute die Ereignisse sehen kann, könnte er aus seinem Herzen heraus seinen Eltern vergeben? “Ja.”

            He paused for a long time. He seemed to be fascinated by this simple process that was clearly changing his very being. But he still felt anger. He expressed it as just a giant anger at “something” that wouldn’t go away. I suggested that that “something” often goes by the name God and that he was angry at God for making or letting this tragedy happen. That seemed to resonate. So had he been making expectations of God that God so rudely ignored? “Yes.”

            He brauchte eine längere Zeit. Sichtlich faziniert von diesem einfachen Prozess, der seinen Zustand änderte. Dennoch fühlte er Ärger. Er drückte es als einen riesigen Ärger aus, einem “Etwas” gegenüber, das nicht weg gehen wollte. Ich erläuterte, dass dieses “Etwas” oft mit dem Namen Gott in Verbindung steht und das er demzufolge Gott verantwortlich machte, dass ein solches Unglück überhaupt geschehen konnte. Dieses Bild schien zu greifen. Also hatte er sich Vorstellungen von Gott gemacht, die Gott selbst so rude ignoriert hatte? “Ja.” 

            Were there any lessons that he got out of the whole drama around his brother’s death? He thought for a time and finally recognized that he’d learned a lot about love, that there had, in fact, been lots of people who loved him, and that he had grown tremendously as a result of this. Could he now forgive God for his brother’s death. “Yes.”

            Gab es da nun einige Erkenntnisse, die er aus dem gesamten Drama um den Tod seines Bruders erhalten hatte? Der dachte kurz nach und erkannte schließlich, dass er gerade vieles über Liebe gelernt habe. Dass es tatsächlich eine Menge an Menschen gab, die ihn liebten und dass er daraus resultierend tatsächlich immense gewachsen ist. Könne er nun Gott vergeben, seinen Bruder sterben zu lassen. “Ja.”

            So there was only one other forgiveness left to tackle – forgiving himself. He was carrying a guilt that somehow he didn’t do something that he should have. I asked him what he thought he should have done. It wasn’t that he should or could have done something, it was the frustration of being helpless. I asked him if, in looking at the situation, he was responsible in any way for what happened? “No.” Then could he find it in himself to forgive himself? “Yes.”

            Nun war nur noch eine Form des Vergebens anzupacken – sich selbst zu vergeben.  Er schulterte eine Schuld, etwas nicht getan zu haben, was er hätte haben tun müssen. Ich fragte ihn also, was er hätte getan haben müssen. Es war nicht die tatsache, dass er hätte etwas getan haben sollen, es war die Enttäuschung, hilflos zu sein. Ich fragte ihn also, ob er – zurückschauend auf die Situation – in irgendeiner Form verantwortlich war für das was damals geschah? “Nein.” Ob er denn nun sich selbst vergeben könne? “Ja.”

            And then there was a clear shift in him. A single tear fell from his right eye and he stared into my eyes for a long time. His whole inner world had changed by simply looking at his story differently. No great releases were necessary, no powerful crying or raging. Only the simple task of changing how he was creating his reality. He had been totally invested in the story of abandonment and helplessness. Looking at the story in a way that kept him in his power but let him forgive all the relevant parties allowed him to let this piece of his past rest. At last.

            Und dann war eine klare Veränderung in ihm sichtbar. Eine einzelne Träne fiel aus seinem rechten Augenwinkel und er starrte mir lange in die Augen. Seine ganze innere Welt änderte sich, indem er mit einem anderen Blickwinkel auf seine Geschichte schaute. Keine großartigen Veränderungen waren notwendig, kein kraftvolles Weinen oder Toben. Nur dieser einfach Ansatz, den Blickwinkel auf die eigene Erschaffung seiner Realität zu ändern. Er war völlständig eingebunden in seiner eigenen Geschichte von Zurückweisung und Hilflosigkeit. Zurückschauen auf eine Geschichte die es ihm ermöglichte in seiner eigenen Kraft und Stabilität zu bleiben, aber gleichzeitig allen Beteiligten zu vergeben, erlaubte es ihm, diesen Teil seiner Vergangenheit in Ruhe zu bringen. Endlich.

            A little ice cream seemed to be the next appropriate thing.

            Eine kleine Portion Eiscreme war das nun angemessene.

Close your eyes and picture yourself in a cobblestone alley in some ancient city on a bright sunny day. People come and go through this alley: there are lots of colorful little shops here. The many people in this alley are cheerfully doing their daily shopping, some in a hurry and others meandering very slowly. But what is most interesting here is the curious little shop with the intriguing name: Miracle Max’s Magical Jewelry Store.

Schließe Deine Augen und finde Dich wieder in einer lichtdurchfluteten Kopfsteinplasterstrasse einer mittelalterlichen Stadt. Menschen kommen und gehen auf dieser Strasse, die von farbenfrohen kleinen Geschäften gesäumt ist. Die vielen Menschen hier gehen ihren alltäglichen Tätigkeiten nach, einige kaufen ein, andere sind in Eile und wieder andere schlängeln sich von Schaufenster zu Schaufenster. Jedoch die Besonderheit dieser Strasse bildet dieses eine kleine Ladengeschäft mit dem wunderlichen Namen: Willi Wunders magischer Schmuckladen.

  Open the brightly colored door and step into Miracle Max’s Magical Jewelry Store. Miracle Max himself greets you warmly and invites you to come all the way in. He is a kindly old man with a light step and a strong twinkle in his eye.  He’s obviously happy to see you and does his best to make you feel welcome.

            Öffne nun die farbenfrohe Eingangstüre und überquere die Schwelle hinein in Willi Wunders magischen Schmuckladen. Willi Wunder selbst begrüsst Dich aufs Herzlichste und bittet Dich einzutreten. Er ist ein freundlicher alter Mann, klein, federleicht von Statur und mit einem herrlichen Augenzwinkern. Offensichtlich ist er erfreut, Dich zu sehen, denn er tut sein möglichtes, Dich willkommen zu heißen.

            The store itself is much bigger on the inside than it looks like it should be from the street. The walls and shelves are crowded with mysterious and magical things that you can wear. But, the pride of his collection is his great many fascinating pieces of beautiful jewelry, like talismans, rings, necklaces, and crowns, that can make you feel any way you like. Each piece in the collection evokes a very specific feeling. Miracle Max invites you now to try on different pieces of jewelry to see how you like the feeling. Take your time; there’s no rush here.

            Das Ladengeschäft erscheint Dir von innen wesentlich größer als es von aussen erscheint. Die Wände und die vielen Regale sind angefüllt mit einer Vielzahl von mysteriösen und offensichtlich magischen Dingen, die sowohl den Mann als auch die Frau kleiden. Doch der wirkliche Stolz von Willi Wunders Sammlung  sind die wunderschönen Schmuckstücke; die Ringe und Halsketten, Kronen und Talismänner, alles Dinge, die Dich so fühlen lassen, wie Du es möchtest. Willi Wunder lädt Dich dazu ein, die unterschiedlichsten Stücke und Pretiosen anzuprobieren, einfach um zu erspüren, wie Du dich mit ihnen fühlst. Nimm Dir einfach Zeit; hier gibt es keine Eile.

             So try on a golden crown of power and influence and see how that feels. Now try on a brightly polished ring of insight, clairvoyance, and wisdom. Now try on a diamond brooch of great wealth and abundance. Try on a graceful wooden earing of great humility. Try on little silver wings of freedom. Try on a simple bracelet of peace and comfort. Try on a colorful badge of great success and accomplishment.

            Setz´ Dir also die goldene Krone der Macht und des Einflusses auf und erspüre´, wie sich das anfühlt. Und nun probiere diesen sorgsam polierten Ring aus Einsicht, Hellsichtigkeit und Weisheit. Stecke Dir die diamantine Brosche aus Gesundheit und Freiheit an. Oder nimm die eleganten hölzernen Ohrringe großer Menschlichkeit. Schnüre die kleinen silbernen Freiheitsflügel um. Binde das einfache Armband aus Frieden und Unterstützung um. Hefte den farbenfrohen Anstecker aus großem Erfolg und Zielerreichung an deine Kleidung.

            And now try on a handsome necklace of self-esteem and self-love, and see how that feels. Try on a splendid pendant of warm personal connections. Try on a bright pin of commitment and reliability. Try on a little chain of reverence and awe. Try on a bold choker of sexiness and desirability. Try on a shiny badge of nobility and virtue.

            Und nun lege die geschmeidige Halskette aus Selbstvertrauen und Selbstliebe um und schau, wie es sich anfühlt.  Nimm diesen vorzüglichen Anhänger aus herzlichen persönlichen Kontakten. Steck Dir den strahlender Anstecker aus Verbindlichkeit und Zuverlässigkeit an. Nimm die Kette aus Ehrfurcht und Achtung. Leg´ dieses breite Band aus sexueller Attraktivtät und Begehrtheit an. Nestle Dir den funkelnden Anstecker aus Vornehmheit und Stärke an.

            Now try on a sparkly hoop of great passion. Try on a bold iron pin of great strength. Try on a contorted medallion of playfulness. Try on a sweet ribbon of service and kindness. Try on anything else there that appeals to you.

            Und nun probiere einen strahlenden Reifen aus großer Leidenschaft. Probiere einen glänzenden eisernen Anstecker aus großer Kraft. Probiere ein gedrehtes Medaillon aus Verspieltheit. Probiere eine süsse Schleife aus Dienstbarkeit und  Güte. Probiere all jene Stücke an, die Dich ansprechen.

         If you could buy only one thing from Miracle Max, what would it be?

         Wenn Du nur einen einzelnen Gegenstand von Willi Wunder erwerben könntest, welcher wäre es?