23/10/2026
Dear friends,
Sinking deeper into my own quiet space, I feel the world pealing of me and drifts away.
Remembering:
I always loved the night, watching the city of Berlin going to sleep – 3 am in the morning, drifting in a night bus to nowhere… watching how the bright lights in windows began to dim down and eventually got switched off.
One by one even the buildings seemed to go to sleep.
Walking the streets past clubs which still hosts people and noise… a lot of noise filling the empty streets. Hearing it gave me peace too – just didn’t wanted to be in the middle of it any longer, not now, not at this time of the night.
Exhaling I walked past jazz-clubs and there began a new love.
What can be more soothing the soul than 3 am jazz, where you’re not sure if the trumpet player is falling asleep playing?
The drummer slowly more brushing the drumkit… maybe here and there in his very own rhythm, whilst the huge bass offers it’s player to sort of half leaning on the instrument, head bobbing low, face behind a curtain of hair – maybe sleep-playing?
I found rest and peace in those moments – deep calm and sort … serenity – no not melancholy just rest.
finally taking the first underground line home.
The bright lights in the train hurting a little and the people entering ready for an early shift of work somewhere? They feel odd in those moments – like from a different world altogether.
In summer that meant to arrive home when the white moon clouds turned grey from a ray of sunlight yet still hidden – in Germany we call this Morgengrauen – directly translated:
morning-grey-ing.
I often wasn’t ready for the day and snug into bed, extending the peace my heart carried from the jazz club. Peace and ready to rest.
Funny, synchronicities as I just heard this music in my car – sort of feeding this memory and reminding me of the serenity of night which seems so hard to come by these days as the world got so much busier and speed up since the 80tie.
In Sydney, at that hour you find the sporting people – running at Bronte beach up and down the hill under the floodlight, missing the sunrise all together… or on the cliff tops of Coogee large Yoga groups busy listening to the teacher with microphone and breathwork classes preparing for ice bath, also listen to teachers with microphones – no serenity there either… the bike riders in Centennial park riding as fast as they can, not stopping for the gees with its young attempting to cross the road… the mum’s and bub’s boxing classes arriving… I flee the scenes.
Not that I dislike Yoga, or sportive people, or any activity people like to do – I simply miss serenity, quiet and peace in sacred hours of the night and at the crack of dawn.
I listen, yes a little melancholy sets in now as I hear the trumpet playing in the radio.
Back at home I find the music, put my headphones in, laying on my lounge and listen to what gave me peace and realise it still allows me drop into a deep calm within seconds … I fall asleep during the day – precious slowing down time when the world spins ever faster around me.
Slowly a new strength begins to grow – holding the vast space of my heart open for myself to sink in.
Holding peace and quiet walking the streets and les and less bothered by everyone around me.
Keeping my focus straight on what is important to me as the noise drops into a faraway background, feeding hope and creativity without the need to shut the world out just to be, meaning?
Walking upright in my own peace whilst I know the world is burning in so many places – fires, wars, riots… huge piles of rubble and lies. People shouting louder and louder there need to be right – I slowly begin to peel my own need to be right of and surrender.
It doesn’t matter what I think about the world, all it matters that I do not allow the world to stop my hearts desire to create, love people regardless and listen.
Not so much seeking truth anymore, as truth was always a difficult idea – who actually knows what is true as truth is bound to circumstances and point of views and opinions and life experiences vastly different from one another and the place one lives in this world and and and where is it? I mean the truth?
Serenity, calm and peaceful I realise I only ever trusted spirit in my heart – the trick for me is to slow down, quiet the noise so I can hear my heart – I can hear spirit and I trust again.
No, I’m not always sure if I hear what I want to hear or if spirit is talking – but I get better in decerning and developing that inner knowing.
Glimpses of visions I know to be true in my heart.
May join in, plug in your earphone and maybe you too can allow this music to slow down and pause for a moment.
It’s in the pause – the sacred moment when inhalation turns to exhalation… exhalation to inhalation – can you allow the pause between the 2?
Can you wait until the next breathing cycle in peace?
I belief, it is in the pause where miracles can happen as ‘you’ step out of the way and aren’t doing/ wanting anything at all.
Well, I hope the artists of this music don’t mind my description of the kind of music they are creating.
With love and light
coulou’s cafe - song - 2026
