{somehow this hasn't happened this year?!!}
one of the many amazing sunsets i get treated to here |
one of the many amazing sunsets i get treated to here |
my true love gave to me
6 Geese a-laying
5 Gooold Riiiings!!
4 Calling birds
3 French Hens
2 Turtle Doves
and a partridge in a pear tree
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LOVING
in 2020
my long walks in the Pannenhoef nature reserve
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meditating to Insight Timer
and meditating to my own timer
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long chats with my dear friend Mo
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Breda
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my balcony, and the way it became such a
wonderful place to be, this year.
we had breakfasts and dinners, coffees and croissants,
we sunbathed and lounged, and loved the views
and the sounds of the neighbours
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seeing my eldest son so happy and contented,
during his 2 week visit, this summer
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watching my daughter muddle through
while school became such a challenge
and finding new friendships as well
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seeing the middle 2 boys find a way to live
at their dad's house, after my choice to leave their old one
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rediscovering the joy of this blog...
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Maastricht, with Max and Polly, this summer |
in May i went on a sunrise walk with 5 of my colleagues and was treated to views like this one |
first and foremost - a happy xmas, however you're spending it {not a religious person myself, more into the pagan Yule way of celebrating. waiting with the booze until the kids are here and there's a meal on it's way... i only ever drink at xmas, by the way...}!!
{just had to pluck some mince pie dough off my keyboard... had to find the recipe online and some crumbs must have fallen put of the mixing bowl while i was kneading it...}
while listening to the Cosy Christmas Jazz playlist on Spotify, i snapped some of the cards i received this year, since cards are one of the few things i always get very excited about, this time of the year. all year long, to be honest, but at Xmas they feature very large here. and i receive some smashers... tnx for those who sent them, and all others, of course!! hope mine have arrived...
from my friend Sarah, in England |
beautiful card from Moira |
sweet card from Erin, with the first line of the story we read to the kids |
sweet card from Monika a see-through one and the sun shines through it here |
a few together, before Molly knocked them over... |
some songs that haven't been played to death yet {as far as i'm aware...}, to help me get in the mood...
* White Xmas - George Ezra {live, with...?}
* Let Me Sleep {It's Christmas time} - Pearl Jam {from the album Lost Dogs}
* 2000 Miles - The Pretenders {live, the band with a string quartet}
* River - Joni Mitchell {with James Taylor}
* Fairytale of New York - Cameron Barnes & Blythe Duff {ft. Red Hot Chili Pipers} {slightly tired of the Pogues version - although amazing i itself - this one is so sweet & touching...}
* Step Into Christmas - Elton John {never heard this one before, lovely over the top, Elton style...}
* If We Make It Through December - Merle Haggard {not really a jolly Christmas song, but it beats Mariah Carey any day...}
* Father Christmas - the Kinks {mad Xmas songs like only he Brits seem to be able to...}
* It Feels Like Christmas - the Muppets {from the Christmas Carol, this is also a big fave...}
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this year has been a lot of things...
it started out quite fun, with getting to know this new city i was living in, with new friends and even dipping a toe in the carnival madness that envelopes Breda each year. it has never really been something i was impressed by, or wanted to revisit, after some traumatising memories from when i was younger {an introverted, quiet, sensitive, shy kid...} but even that seemed to have lifted, during my move to this lovely place.
then the world went mad...
slowly but surely i have dropped most of my social media happy places. first Twitter went. not that much of a wrench, cos i only really followed a few people, who turned out to be happily jumping on the fear bandwagon, and that got tiring very quickly. then Facebook went. that was harder, cos i was friends with quite a few people who i don't see much, who live in far away countries, or who are not in my direct social circle. unfriending loads of people or unfollowing helped a bit, but as time went on, it was less and less impressed with the chaotic, overbearing, propaganda-minded and censor-happy attitude of the site {which i was aware of before but could avoid, on the whole}. so i stopped, after 11 happy years there. and this week i took Instagram off my phone {though not my laptop}.
too many hours i will sit down and mindlessly stare at the pretty pictures. scrolling past images of things that people have made, or places they live, or been to, reinforcing What A Strange Year It Has Been And When Will We Go Back To Normal...?! i know!! i would've been boring you guys to tears with pictures of Berlin, or Barcelona, or Edinburgh, if it wasn't for the way we're being forced to live now... thanks for the reminder... my kids could've lived a happy year, going to festivals, moving abroad, traveling to places that broaden their horizon... i could've done my job without having to wear a demeaning, pointless piece of paper as a muzzle, to appease those who chose to believe in the fear-mongering.
my world is becoming very small, again. i don't want to know the news, i don't want to see the propaganda, i don't want the fear reinforced. so i have to make my world very small. tiny teeny. where i live, those around me, my colleagues, my kids, my friends, my penfriends, some online friends {who i indeed got to know via Instagram...} - i am here.
my phone will just be for daily stuff, like messages, and my laptop will function as my window into the world for a while. on my terms. the winter solstice started a new year in pagan terms - maybe i should follow suit.
{edit: re-installed Instagram on my phone, but under the proviso that i stay clear from pages that drag me away from my Happy... let's see how that goes...}
when i was growing up, midwinter only meant one thing - my mum's birthday. it meant apple pie, and coffee, and visitors. it meant almost Xmas, and a stressed out mother, who never relished her birthdays. she had tonnes of friends and they all insisted on coming over for coffee, and relations would also put in an appearance. it was fun on the one hand {it broke the calm of the house in a nice way}, but somehow it never filled me with much joy, seeing my mum so tense...
until i moved to England and got to know some of the pagan traditions that were connected with Yule, with the Winter Solstice, with Xmas that was celebrated with booze and songs and jolliness. not the austere, quiet, holy event it was in the past of NL where i grew up - catholic and reverent. jolliness was not acceptable. guess which one i preferred....
it wasn't until much later that i started seriously reading about it; about all the other feasts and celebrations that have been christianised, bent into the christian calendar to make it more palatable for the many pagans living in Europe, with the Celtic department on the British Isles largely ignoring them. which they continue to do until this day.
so, the winter solstice celebrates the returning of the light. it celebrates the passing of the shortest day, the day with the least amount of light. the birth of another year. >here< is more detailed information about it, and the traditions connected to it.
off to my mum's in a bit, for cake and coffee...
i love films. and i really like watching films at xmas...
not all films, and preferably not on one of the commercial stations, as advert breaks are a complete turn off, but there's a few films i'll happily watch - even on the wretched commercials - year in year out...
my list:
* While Your Were Sleeping {1995} - of course, totally predictable, but Sandra Bullock plays a fairly relatable loser with no love life who falls for a pretty boy, one she only really knows from the booth at the train station where she sells tokens to get onto the train. and then he falls onto the track, goes into a coma {... go with it...} and she rescues him... cue his family who thinks she's his fiance, and madness and mayhem ensue. set around the holidays, so totally fitting in mood, and cuteness...
* Muppet Christmas Carol {1992} - this will always leave me with a few tears, and a happy heart... been a family favourite since we discovered it, many moons ago. yet another version of the Dickens tale, but done it a very charming, sweet and uplifting way.
* Scrooged {1988} - another version again of A Christmas Carol, but done with Bill Murray as a bastard exec of a tv station that has his staff on a short leash. not always in the mood for it, but when i catch it, i tend to sit through it. very dated, though...
* The Nightmare Before Christmas {1993} - stop-motion x Tim Burton x Xmas = brilliant!! love this film, despite missing it often... beautifully awful spirited, but still amazingly sweet...
* You've Got Mail {1998} - actually, i'll watch this film any time of the year, but at Xmas it's even more cute... one of my all time favourites, xmas or no xmas.
* The Chronicles Of Narnia ~ The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe {2005} - beautifully made adaptation of one of the books in the Narnia series, by C.S. Lewis.
well, that's the ones i can think of. what are your faves?
sometimes i get the urge to add something small to a xmas card. the card itself is already a joy to receive, i feel {I adore post...}, but a small trinket added can add that little bit extra. and origami is another one of my passions. well, strong word - i get a huge amount of joy from folding something fun out of a piece of paper. there, i said it...
having had my kids go to a Waldorf Steiner school has been an eye opener in many more ways than i ever envisaged. there i {finally} learnt what anthroposophy was all about - the good, the bad and the downright ugly... leaving the latter 2 aside, the good was almost life saving, in as much as it getting me back in touch with nature, and my own spirit. it 'cut the crap', so to speak, and stopped me being too involved in {what i call} the Real World. cos, what is Real anyway?!! {another post about that one soon, i feel...} the kids had a subtle launch into it, being allowed to mature at a gentle pace, requiring a strong base from having learnt a truckload of valuable lessons. some of those lessons involved origami.
one of the pillars of Waldorf learning is Using Your Hands. another Feeding Your Soul, not just Filling Your Head {which i felt is the only pillar primary & secondary schools are known for}. the Using Your Hands bit was a way of Feeding Your Soul, and in the process you Fill Your Head. something like this. not always as simple as that, but that what {i think} it boils down to. and origami is the ultimate Using Your Hands... many creations have been made by the kids, over the years, which would always leave me impressed, some left me baffled - how?! and some made my hands go itchy. so i learnt them, over time.
a few:
German/Danish/Moldovan stars
folded stars
really, this should've been started at the beginning of this month, and really, this cake should've been made in October, or thereabouts, cos ideally it should be sitting in a cupboard, wrapped up and fed brandy {lucky bugger...} every two weeks, maturing quietly, but made a few days before the actual 25th of December, it should still taste amazing. cos fruitcakes are brilliant in winter with a mug of tea or coffee, so get started asap!!!
i've used this recipe for many years, having ripped it out of a BBC Good Food magazine in about 1998, and it ALWAYS makes a beautiful, delicious cake... {my mouth is watering as I read it through...} it is not vegan, or glutenfree, or sugarfree, but the internet is filled with alternatives, if that's what you're looking for.
on days that i manage to get a meditation in, Things go better...
i know this, it's something i've figured out a long time ago, the feeling once i've done it is beautiful, i feel calmer and less chaotic in my head, but still, those days are rare. i just forget to do it... true, sometimes i can have a run at it, do three days, experience the calm, the stuff that needs to be dealt with {my meditations are often therapy sessions, where i work things out, stuff that has nestled deeply into my Being, sadnesses and anger, i go through them, accept and let go, and feel lighter for it} and go about my day a bit less bothered by the things that can easily drag me down.
yesterday i spent a nice afternoon at the house of my ex, as he had some work done to the bathroom and kitchen {had both ripped out basically, and was left with no utilities, apart from the toilet}, and since he and the boys had been using my shower a few times, and my washing machine, he invited me over to goggle at his brand spanking new appliances - which to be honest looked amazing - and have coffee {and cake, as it turned out... my kind of gathering...}. my mum, who's shower had also been 'borrowed', was there as well, and we all had a fun time, catching up, pondering on how odd life is at the moment, and just when i thought that this was all going so nicely - at my ex's place, chatting about how apparently my dad was a champion ballroom dancer in his late teens {?! how did i not know this?!!}, the kids seemed in a good place - and then it happened. the thing that always happens when my mum is with my kids, or my ex, or my brother. i get triggered... within seconds i divert back to the 13 y/o me, the one that feels sidelined, not-appreciated, misunderstood... ridiculed, thought of as weird, etc. etc.
how many years of therapy have i had?!
not enough, as it turned out.
a few weeks back, i had a chat about something similar with my friend M, who is on a similar path of Letting It Go, and it dawned on me that yes, in an ideal world i would have put this annoying trigger to rest ages ago, and yes, it is reflecting back a part of myself that i find incredibly difficult to accept, and also yes - i don't have to feel bad about it!! it's not my fault...
one of the many things i learnt from my time with ex is that although families can be a massive support, they can also be a reminder - week in week out - of why you feel so thoroughly fucked up... not their fault either - we all are results of our own parenting, our own parent's triggers etc. and you don't have to have them in your life... you're not obliged to be the doting offspring, massaging their ego's, treading carefully to avoid their triggers... you don't. arm's length is fine, if that's what you need to feel at peace.
so that's what this morning's meditation was about, allowing myself to accept that i can't deal with my mother... and that this is okay. it doesn't make me a selfish, egotistical monster. it just gives my 13 y/o some breathing space. until they're ready to try again...
if ever...
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"If people are doubting how far you can go,
go so far that you can't hear them anymore..."
~ Michele Ruiz
since i gave up Facebook a while ago, finding it a rather depressing place to hang out in, it not being the happy place i once discovered in 2009, i missed having a place to voice my totally unimportant thoughts. Instagram is brilliant, but only really meant for pictures, i feel... so, after a few years of radio silence, Daan waffles again...
who is Daan? i hear you ask...
well, Daan is a 51 y/o, 23 y/o feeling-inside gender nonconformist 🌈person, mother to 4 amazing young adults who are finding their place in the world {in much the same way as their old mum...}, i live in a lovely small old city called Breda in the south of NL with my youngest, and 2 silly cats, i enjoy a lot of things that include writing, reading, photography, arts, crafts, crafting, getting to know new {to me} cities and landscapes, or new parts of familiar ones, music, intuitive development, coffee & chocolate... you'll probably see these in various combinations on this blog, either in my back catalogue or in the future.
other things that interest me are lgbtq+ related matters, England {lived there for almost a decade, during the nineties}, Doing Your Own Thing, arthouse films, vintage things, Not Living In The Real World, working out who the f&^% i am, anthroposophy...
so there...
in these mad times, i might as well get this thing going again. plenty happening in my mind, and plenty of stuff i'd happily blab on about, like many years ago when i first started a blog, thinking of how weird it was to even have on of these things... who'd read it?!
currently
hearing
deacon blue - somewhere in my heart
{rediscovered them recently}
reading
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
{over halfway now!!!}
watching
Richard Osman's House of Games
{bbc2, every day at 7}
making
folded lanterns, Waldorf style
dreaming
about being in Berlin again...
one day!!
loving
working out the last chapter of a story i'm writing
{fanfic, so not sharing here}