Today I broke my favorite Ring. It was a gift from my dear friend Gonca from our last visit in München. It was made out of Lava stones and she had brought the ring from Bali.

This morning it broke as I was standing on the balcony looking out over the Baverian countryside. The little stones fell down over the grass below. I will never be able to find them.

As I told  the story for Amelie, who lives in the old house where I am staying, she just smiled and said she had to show me a secret. We walked through the garden and deep under the bushes I saw her: The Balinesian Rice Goddess. Amelie had brought her from Bali at one of her trips around the world.

I think she wanted her stones back.

So no sorrows, the stones returned to where they belong.