Just to let you know:
If you felt your life with both hands, you are now ready for the Bloomfelt adventure...
Monday, March 21, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
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,
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
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