Goals

 

Goals are a means to an end, not the ultimate purpose of our lives. They are simply a tool to concentrate our focus and move us in a direction. The only reason we really pursue goals is to cause ourselves to expand and grow. Achieving goals by themselves will never make us happy in the long term; it's who you become, as you overcome the obstacles necessary to achieve your goals, that can give you the deepest and most long-lasting sense of fulfillment.

Andere taal

... Wat horen en zien we in de media, en vooral: wat horen en zien we niet? Waar wordt over gepraat en waar wordt vooral ( door de media ! ) over gezwegen?

Onderstaande video kan schokkende bewegingen bij u teweeg brengen.. u bent gewaarschuwd.
 

WiFi ?

# Thoughts

The springtime rain had left the evening clean and sparkling with drops of water.
I leaned against the fence , my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with an English Rose. and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time,and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another.

What matters most?

Time is a great gift what gives  us the opportunity to explore life , love and ourselves.
Time is a friend who is always there, patiently waiting for you to come.
Time invites you to show you what matters most. A true gift. Free for all.

I eagerly will take the hand of Time and will follow his silent voice.
I know: he will give me answers on all my Q's .
And then the What turns into That.

Paradox

One of my most favorite movies is 'The Notebook'. Why? Because there has been said  so much - without words.

The most important things are said in silence... but it will take some time to learn that.


“We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Home

Well, after all: there is still a road to get home where man can shelter.
Home sweet home.
Even if you are on a road to find your way in life and just see so many crossings...and don't know which one to pick. Trust me there are. Right know I am standing at one.
But mama told me, if you don't see the way to home with your own eyes then trust your ears.
And wait patiently until the soft voice in your heart will speak.  Listen. There's more than one way home.


 Salty 

There is more than one way home ( click )

Sometimes it is.

“Life is painful and messed up. It gets complicated at the worst of times, and sometimes you have no idea where to go or what to do. Lots of times people just let themselves get lost, dropping into a wide open, huge abyss. But that's why we have to keep trying. We have to push through all that hurts us, work past all our memories that are haunting us. Sometimes the things that hurt us are the things that make us strongest. A life without experience, in my opinion, is no life at all. And that's why I tell everyone that, even when it hurts, never stop yourself from living.”
― Alysha Speer

Yes, I do

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.  ~William Wordsworth.



So. There it is.
The words are written down, the sound of each letter is echoing in my head.
I know that I have to do it. I can't spoil any minute of the breathing(s)  inside me.
No more excuses, no more delays, no more 'ifs' and 'as's.'
Like a mirror, the unspoken  is reflecting , and I can't ignore it.
The story  wants to come out of me.
Yes, have to grab myself.
Throw myself on a chair, or a bed and ( in a extraordinary way ) make  'love ' to my  paper.. 
Sure my pencil will find the right words to write.
It is no longer a matter of time, but a matter of will. 
Like a marriage.
The only thing what is asked,  is to answer the question... 
" Salty, do you want to write? "

So. Here it is: 
"Yes, I do."

 

You can't do without

 

So if you need any help ask Salty. While Dear Mona is enjoying her retirement, little Sis will take over. No problem. So don't eat your heart out.

Duh...

After work it is good to have a good wine, some good schnapps and good company #Tim.

Just a walk in the bush...

The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them?  Selflessly sharing their subtle song.  ~Jeb Dickerson

I really like to spend my spare-time ' outdoor's'. Nothing better to empty a loaded head, get rid of heavy shoulders and filling the lungs with nice clean air.

To be in the bush is like to be in fairytale-land. Do I talk to trees? Yes I do.  

And they are talking to me as well....

Plain Happiness

Perhaps they don't know if they're happy, but for ourselves: do we?
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“It's good to be just plain happy, it's a little better to know that you're happy; but to understand that you're happy and to know why and how and still be happy, be happy in the being and the knowing, well that is beyond happiness, that is bliss.”  

Henry Miller

Mind food

Do you need or enjoy fear, worries and restlessness? If you don't, then why do you keep inviting them into your mind? # cleaningupthemind

Save Somebody....

 

Sometimes the world needs a song much more than a piece of bread....

Have a (h)ear....

Therapy

“It’s hard for me to put into words why I like the beach so much. Everything about it is renewing for me, almost like therapy...Beach Therapy."

1,2,3

Once upon a time there was a wise man....
Once upon a time there was a woman...not so wise... but eager to learn -  how to become wise.

The first step to become wise is to read (1). Then to think (2) about it, and then to read again. And think about it again. Again and again. As long as it takes to understand (3) .

After three steps she (that's me ) was on her way to become wise. That's for to say: a little ;)

# Finish every day  and be done with it.
You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on yesterdays.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Rol

De klok tikt, de zon zakt.
Weer een dag voorbij.
Het lijkt wel alsof april haast heeft om mei te worden.
'De tiid hâldt gjin skoft', zeggen ze hier.
Het lijkt wel alsof 2011 peper in z'n kont heeft. De weken galopperen aan me voorbij.
Of komt het door allerhande gebeurtenissen die in elkaar overvloeien zonder pauze?
Het leven is geen ratrace, maar zo voelt het soms wel.
Van de wieg naar het graf en daar tussenin doe je wat.

Ik vraag me wel es af wát ik eigenlijk doe.
Ik bedoel maar:  ik heb een mooi leven hier op deze zandplaat, een fantastische plek om te wonen, een heerlijk huis - met uitzicht op de polder en de dijk aan de zuidkant en het bos aan de noordkant -  ,  de mensen zijn best aardig ( een uitzondering daar gelaten ),  het weer is hier altijd mooi ( ja, écht waar ),  de zonsondergangen en sterrenhemels adembenemend.
Saai is het allesbehalve: vaak genoeg maak ik theater mee op straat of bij de buurtsuper.
Ieder zingt zijn eigen lied,  speelt zijn eigen rol.
Ons podium  beslaat zo'n 30 kilometer; weergaloze duinenrijen, groene naaldbossen, weidse polders en lieflijke dorpjes.
Aan variatie geen gebrek.
En toch stap ik straks uit deze bijzondere setting.
Dan houdt mijn rol op van verkoopmiep, ganzenkippenhoedster, roedelhoudster, pleegmoeder...
Hoewel: pleegmoeder zal ik wel een beetje blijven, zélfs op 20.000 km afstand.
Natuurlijk zal ik die twee pleegpuubs jonge dames wel een beetje volgen in hun wel en wee ( waarvan ik hoop dat het voornamelijk wél mag zijn ) .
Dus wat doe ik eigenlijk?
Weggaan, achterlaten, koesteren, lachen, onthouden, loslaten, huilen en vooruitzien.


Leven op een nieuw podium, in een onbekende setting. Ssssspannend.
Misschien hebben ze daar nog wel een leuke rol voor me klaar liggen.