And although it feels a bit naked to write about myself, I’ll give it a try. Starting with my work and my writing. Leaving the personal stuff further down. You might have stopped reading by then. Hopefully…
My writing career on Medium started in May 2019.
Carefully dipping in one toe, getting sucked into the river.
Writing as such is not new to me, but writing like this is new. Personal. Snappy. Short…
Butterflies are making wind in my life right now. The mesmerizing creatures are flying next to me when I cross the street. In front of me when I lost my way. And behind me when I have a hard time keeping up.
The world is shifting. I feel it in my bones and my skin. My eyes look clear when I view myself in the mirror. And they look hazy when I’m tired as I’ve never been before.
I sleep during the day, making siestas a habit. So I can keep up with the speed and requirements of Gaia.
Mother Moon weaves
my strings attached
to heart and soul
into beautiful braids
She shows me
little universal winks
in typos and seemingly
My heart and soul
are ruling the
Mother Moon weaves
our strands of time,
untangling the old
and braiding the new.
We can walk calmly,
observing and listening
to the important titbits
in mundane conversations.
of time spent
Mother Moon weaves
to the core of
What will it take
to create living systems
Don’t mind the words, keep seeing what you see and include the views of others so you’ll see more and more clearly where the river of the future is taking us. In all areas of our lives. Economy. Society. Technology. Entrepreneurship. Equality. Diversity. Peace.
And please tell us what YOU see…
What will the Syntropocene be like? Nobody knows (yet). It’s in the future. But what I do know is…
These days, Metratron shows up in my life. The archangel or mythical creature Metatron. Six sixes for whoever is into the numbers of this world. Sacred geometry. The symbol of Metatron is a box and a star and many shapes combined.
I know, I just know, that Metratron is a womxn telling us something right now. She’s lifting the veil of the Syntropocene. Another corner of the…
Our planet Earth is all about emergence. A baby is born and is more than just x and y chromosomes. A baby comes out from behind her parents (the literal meaning of emergence) and has an identity and wisdom of her own. Every baby is a little wiser than her parents. That’s evolution.
All living matter on Earth is emergent. It appears where in the past there was nothing. And that’s good news. Our world is so chaotic right now, that everybody is in danger of missing the wood for the trees.
And that’s exactly what happens in evolution. Things…
As a teenager, I devoured the biography of Maya Angelou. I just loved her books. I got a glimpse of her daring. Of what thriving means as a human being faced with challenges. Of living a life worth living, whatever she encountered on her journey.
“I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” or rather my Dutch copy ‘Ik weet waarom gekooide vogels zingen’ was on my bedside table for years. Always together with other books. And ever so often, I returned to her words.
My life as a teenager couldn’t have been more different than hers. As a white-skinned Dutch…
Clouds have always been a fascination of mine. I always see recognizable shapes. Like lions. Or sea horses. Or gigantic dragons. I feel time elapse when the shapes change. And I can watch for hours and hours to see them grow and merge and drop their rain.
Space has a hold
on my mind right now.
Space as in nothing
Space as in no thing
Space as in everything
and any thing.
As a part of space
there are conscious clouds
Cotton wool seemingly
drops down on boats
As a child,
my head was buried in cloud
more often than…
At the beginning of the pandemic, two of my loved ones ended up in hospital. Intensive care. Lying on their bellies, getting oxygen. Trying to survive. One had to stay for 2 weeks, the other for 5. One recovered fine after that. The other? Let’s say it changed his life.
I was in shock for a long time. And only long walks around the lake in our area, Reindersmeer in the Maasduinen, could help me feel grounded again. Feet in the water. Wind in my hair. Herb smells in my nose. Better than chemical perfume. Try it sometime.
My day at the office is a day in the woods. Or a day in the sea. Or a day on the mountain, the shores, the grasslands. I smell the salty air. Or the forest fire. I walk in herb-fragrant woods. Or look with respect at ravaging floods. Rainbows are my compass.
My day at the office starts when I wake up. The night has done my creative work for me…