My fortune...

On a misty day

in November of last year,

in the lovely Monterey, California,

I spent a dollar

and got me my fortune told

by a pirate...

 

The pirate and me.

This is what he told me:

 

I see a great deal of happiness in store for you.

You will recieve a letter soon,

and that letter can easily be said

to change the whole course of your life.

You deserve this happiness

because you have been so faithful

and sincere in your love.

However, if you wish to continue to be happy,

you'll have to learn not to be too trustworthy.

Avoid the flatterers and be a little more careful

in choosing your friends.

 

I am still waiting for that letter,

because so far, all I got were bills...

 

But what I hear in the pirates message:

if you are sincere, loving and righteous

in your realtionships

good things will come to you

and happiness (big or small) is in your life.

 

I haven't always been righteous or loving,

have made my mistakes

and have hurt wonderful people.

I have my regrets and pains.

I trusted,

 got my trust betrayed

and betrayed other people's trust.

 I learned and will continue to learn.

 

So, letter or no letter,

I can change the course of my life

and make it a happy and wonderful one.

And trust is a tricky thing...

but I would rather trust blindly then have no trust at all!

 

 

 

Where has he been all my life?

There is a new man in my life

and I am wondering where he has been all this time.

Or is it that, I met him now,

because it is now that I need him.

His name is Kahlil Gibran
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kahlil_Gibran)

and he is wise...

This is what he said to me:

''Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you

as by the attitude you bring to life;

not so much by what happens to you

as by the way your mind looks at what happens.''

So many pieces of me

Pieces of me on a picture from FLOW magazine

Travelling and just being away
brought me closer to myself today.
I know what I want and need
and feel like my spirit is freed.

I haven't hiked the highest mountain
or didn't see the most impressive fountain.
I didn't hop over to every country
or payed every earthly borderfee.

But I explored so many pieces of me
and set so many things free.
I am stronger now then I was before
no longer closing, but opening my door...

For this New Year

 

may all your wishes fly

up high in the sky

and come true,

whenever you want them to!

 

A wish on wishing paper, about to fly up...
and come true? 

 

 

 

Is there still hope?

Ella with her hair like Meter Katrien!

Yes, there is always hope.
Apperently, as I found out last week, there is even hope for my hair.
With some

~ tender love and care
~ a silk pillow
~ a boar (everzwijn) hair brush
~ a special (and rather pricy) conditioner and shampoo
~ no sleeping with loose hair
~ and the occasioal hair cut

my hair should be shiny and healthy and lush and happy...

Hmmm, I wish we all knew which ingredients we needed to feel just like that!

''Take your daughter to work'' day

My favorite things of my half day at moekes kindergarden classroom:




* seeing little people wresstle in and out their wintercoats

* hearing ''juf, juf, juuuuf, juf, juuuf'' (means teacher) 500 times in 5 minutes in tiny squeely voices

* being called ''juf'' as well :)

* feeling proud of my moeke for being an awesome teacher

* seeing the proud little helper of the day blow out the candles, change the calander and put away the waterbottles







* eating apples because wednesday is fruitday and have moeke pointing out that they should choose their pieces of apple with their eyes and not their hands (and being thankful for that rule :) )












 * the whole playground time (and this gets a different section)
~ the little boy playing a cow the whole duration of the playing time
~ the little girl letting us know that her friends cloves had dissapeared in her jacket
~ the little boy asking us at least 3 times if he could go fetch the ball in numerous obscure places
~ the 10 times little people told on eachother
~ the boy that declared two times it wasn't him that hit a girl in the stomach






* the little songs they sing for every little ritual
* the boy with the big head and the big eyes, telling me I am really sweet








* and last but not least... the big tears of the little boy dropping his handcrafted clay angel just before his dad arrived to pick him up :(


Can I come with you again next week moeke?

Under the Boardwalk...

Only some days ago,

maybe a week or so.

I was in a far away place

a place that looked like it was in the old days.

I loved every little bit

and invite you to sit

and take a little look

at the pictures I took...

 

 

Look through his eyes and see...

 

Bench on the Boardwalk

 

The Boardwalk in Santa Cruz, CA. The prettiest little amusement parc.

Colourful

 

Right by the water.

 

Rides, blues skies and palmtrees!
 

Garlic fries anyone?