My name is Sven, and as it works out in the grander scheme of synchronicity, that rhymes with Zen. I was born and spent the first half of my life in the firmly rooted stomping grounds of Germany, and since have been frolicking in the more sublime playing grounds of San Francisco. I march to the driving beat of the political, and sojourn in the boundless grace of the spiritual. I feel at home on earth, and at ease with the sky. Stick my hands in the soil and raise my glass to the soul. I’m interested in everything and yearn for nothing. Tread lightly but live large. Find magic in the mundane, and music in each membrane. I’m here to build bridges from the rugged edges of the mind to the soft terrain of the heart. From soil economy to soul ecology, and the spaces between, that’s my world, a world of words.