Tuesday, March 22, 2016

23 march,full moon ,

Brand NEW website online,       bloomfelt.com

Let me know what your think....

Greetings ,Marjolein 

Monday, March 21, 2016

21,March 2016: SPRING

Just to let you know:

Brand NEW bloomfelt website ,very soon online!!!!

Friday, March 11, 2016

11 March 2016, good memories

Creativity is sacred and not sacred.
What we make matters enormously,
and does not matter at all.
We toil alone,and we are accompanied by Spirits
We are terrified and we are brave.
Art is a crushing chore and a wonderful privilege
Only when we are most playful can divinity finally get serious with us.
Make space for all these paradoxes to be equally true inside your soul,
and I promise you can make anything.
So please calm down and get back to work.
The treasures that are hidden inside you are hoping you will say: YES

Elizabeth Gilbert
Big Magic

Monday, February 29, 2016

29 february 2016,leaving for,Arizona

Leap Day

comes in quiet like some ordinary day
the rising tide of light
washes up on the shores of morning
now indigo .....now easter blue
spirit returns from the adventure of night
and leaps into -- rock,deer,tree,you,me

our fiery star leaps
up onto the ridge
throwing the glow of life
all over everything 
giving us one more chance
to leap
from every day mind into
the wonder of being
rub the sleep from your eyes
leap into the body
your Life
into this very day
where there are
a thousand ways
to know love
and spring is a promise
that will be kept

Cathy Caspar

Sunday, February 21, 2016

21,février 2016 , Sunday sans Sun

We don't receive wisdom;
We must discover it ourselves
After a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Marcel Proust.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

14 February,St Valentin 2016

All valentines and valentinos,

Some nice words for the end this day,any day,

"For me, a lovely day,is any day I wake up"

Bernie S. Siegel

Thursday, January 28, 2016

28 January ,departure of Tinie and Francois

De Wolken

Ik droeg nog kleine kleren ,en ik lag
Lang - uit  met moeder in de warme hei ,
De wolken schoven boven ons voorbij
En moeder vroeg wat ik in de wolken zag.

En ik riep: Scandinavië, en : eenden
Daar gaat een dame,schapen met een herder,-
De wond'ren werden woord en dreven verder,
Maar 'k zag dat moeder met een glimlach weende

Toen kwam de tijd dat 'k niet meer naar boven keek,
Ofschoon de hemel vol wolken hing
Ik greep niet naar de vlucht van 't vreemde ding
Dat met zijn schaduw langs mijn leven streek

-Nu ligt mijn jongen naast mij in de heide,
En wijst me wat hij in de wolken ziet,
Nu schrei ik zelf ,en zie in het verschiet
De verse wolken waarom moeder schreide 

Martinus Nijhoff

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

12 januari,2016 Snowflakes

A walk

By R.M Rilke

Translation Robert Bly

My eyes already touch the sunny hill
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has its inner light,even from a distance-

and changes us,even if we do not reach it,
into something else,which hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on,
answering our own wave....
but what we feel is only the wind in our faces

Friday, January 1, 2016

1 january ,2016

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intend
To be lost that their loss is no disaster

Lose something every day,accept the fluster
Of lost door keys ,the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther,losing faster;
places,and names,and where it was you meant to travel
None of these will bring disaster

I lost my mothers watch.And look!my last ,or
next -to- last,of three loved houses went
The art of losing isn't hard to master

I lost two cities,lovely ones.And vaster,
some realms I owned,two rivers,a continent
I miss them,but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you( the joking voice,a gesture
I loved) I shan't have lied.Its evident
The art of losing isn't hard to master
Though it may look(write it !)like disaster

Elisabeth Bishop