When you look around today, everyone seems to have their own field or craft – you see all kinds of talents, and that’s a good thing.
But what happens when you want to write – have written since childhood – and yet somehow ended up in a completely different corner of life? When you’ve had other roles, which you fulfilled well, but writing never let you go?
What happens when your strengths are practical, hands-on – and life barely gives you time to learn all these “internet things”? When you feel intimidated, blocked, thinking: “I could never do this.”
Then sometimes… you wait far too long.
With a quiet wish in your heart to one day reach more people.
A wish to write about the things that truly fill you up.
Things that have also helped others – in your personal life, in your practice, in the garden.
I worked in the therapeutic field for many years – but my real passion always belonged to the plants, the healing, the gardening. So much so that every spring, my tomatoes and pepper seedlings took over all the windowsills of my clinic. I spent my rare free time in a 6,500 m² garden I rented.
There, for the first time, I just sat and listened to nature.
I dug my hands deep into the soil.
I watched the tiny beings dance for hours, in wonder.
I saw how silky the hairs of a bumblebee are.
How peacefully bees hum when they gather.
And I learned how to harvest blossoms for salt and healing work right among them – without ever being stung.
(Thank you, Susi, for our time gathering together! 💛)
I’ve always liked being grounded – logical, practical.
But when a butterfly circled around me for days and fearlessly landed on my hand again and again, all that sobriety dissolved.
He really came back for several days and flew toward me across the garden beds, as if to say hello.
I took several trainings to learn more – but the real wisdom came when I walked through nature with an open heart and open eyes.
When I began to let the plants guide me.
And so the wish grew within me to create a garden:
A wild, healing place where I could welcome people.
A space for connection, for joy – and for retreat and restoration.
A peaceful refuge for the small, wild beings that are finding less and less space in our world.
I didn’t just see this garden in my mind – I could feel it.
And at some point, I knew:
I have to build it.
Not only in real life, but also online – so others can find it long before it becomes physical.
So I started learning.
For hours on end, alone, with an old iPad on my lap.
I tested, clicked, read, tried. And it worked.
Not everything right away. But enough to keep going.
And so ThePlantSoul was born.
I’m building it here, piece by piece, page by page – just like I would do it outside.
With heart, with images, with stories.
With plant wisdom, with soul, with wonder.
Of course, there are things on the internet that you’d never need in a garden:
Pages like Imprint, Privacy Policy, Meta Titles, and SEO structures.
But I accept them, because they clear the way for what I truly want to show.
To me, ThePlantSoul is my garden.
In my mind, it has already grown – and now it’s beginning to bloom here in the digital space.
And later, when the time has come, I will create it in real life. In the country that calls me most and with which I feel deeply connected.
Ireland.
With real plants, real paths, real beings.
And from the bottom of my heart, I invite you to visit me here.
To rest a while.
And if you like – to become part of this garden.
