23 march,full moon ,

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Greetings ,Marjolein 

21,March 2016: SPRING

Just to let you know:

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

20 ,March ,almost spring

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

 

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

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.

 

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

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

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

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

29 December 2015. snow storm

La nuit n'est jamais complète

Ilya toujours puisque je le dis

Puisque je l'affirme

Au bout du chagrin une fenêtre ouverte

Une fenêtre éclairée

Ilya toujours un rêve qui veille

Désir à combler faim à satisfaire

Un cœur généreux

Une main tendue une main ouverte

Des yeux attentif

Une vie la vie à se partager

Paul Eluard

 

11,December 2015

            HOPE

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without words -

And never stops -at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale -is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little bird -

That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest lands -

And on the strangest sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity -

It asked a crumb - of me

Emily Dickinson 

7 december,2015

Make visible ,what,without you might perhaps never have been seen

Robert Bresson

Saterday,28 november,2015

"J'ai reconnu le bonheur au bruit qu'il a fait en partant"

Jacques Prévert

12,November ,leaving for Vermont

Eros can take many forms

Sometimes it can be slow,

subtle and indirect,

building quietly

without anyone even suspecting.

Sometimes it can come to you

John Donohue

Beauty

25 October ,2015 back home in Quebec

William Blake,being a sort of victim of the Industrial Revolution .....was a great poet,a great songwriter an activist,a philosopher a visionary.He have us beautiful books,paintings,ideology- and yet William Blake in his life was never appreciated.He had no real succes.He was often ridiculed .He died poverty-stricken,but he also died full of joy.He never let go the language of enthusiasm .So I try to remember now when I feel sorry for myself to give a little thought of William Blake.

Patti Smith,

M Train 

21 October ,2015,St John's Newfoundland

Between living and dreaming

there is a third thing.

Guess it

Antonio Machado

15 October 2015,Terra Nova,Gros Morne

Beauty

We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty

John O'Donohue

7 October,2015 autumn leaves

All the beauty in this world is wet with the dew of tears

THEODOR HAECKER

1 October,2015 return from France

Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow...

..and dying
in her body's threads
winding tight, round
and round,

I burn
desiring what the heart desires.

Cut through, O lord,
my heart's greed,
and show me
your way out...

O lord white as jasmine.

Akka Mahadevi