sprung

last week on Saturday {13/2}, i had to wear a scarf and a hat and gloves, when i set off for work... 

yesterday {20/2} i sat outside on the balcony, having my lunch before i set off for work...

last week, customers talked about the skating they had done, on {sometimes} busy ponds, in or near woodlands just outside of the city, the first time in many years, often, their faces adorned with a smile... 

yesterday, they told of lovely sunny walks they had in busy woodlands, just outside of the city, and they had smiles on their faces that gleamed...

last week, the radiators were filled with towels and cloths, drying and filling the living room with the scent of detergent...

yesterday, washing dried on the rack that i placed outside, smelling of Outdoors...

new moons

I'm not saying it has anything to do with the New Moon in Aquarius today, combined with a Mercury retrograde, or anything, but today felt a bit weird... 

Holland has been covered in snow, pretty much completely, since Sunday. we don't get snow like this very often, and combined with the well below zero temperatures, it's bound to stay for a while longer than the usual 5 hours. on Sunday i walked in to work, and enjoyed the beautiful scenes, watched dads pulls kids on sledges, saw people clear snow off the pavement, heard cars drive past very slowly, listened to the crunching of the snow under my feet.

since i cycled to work on the other days, i hadn't needed the car for over a week, and left it till today to see if i was able to slither along the uncleared road we live along, out towards somewhere pretty for a long walk and post some letters while i was out, but as i clicked the 'open' button on the key, it was clear that no driving was going to be done - the battery hadn't coped with the cold very well. dead as a dodo... so i contacted roadside assistance, and had to wait the full 90 minutes, to be greeted by a very lovely chap {...} who concluded {after attaching a machine to the battery} that it was going to be very likely that i would be calling out one of his colleagues again sooner rather than later - something i kind of expected, since this was the second time in a few months that the battery ran out... i followed the lovely chap to the Roadside Assistance workshop that turned out to be very close to where i regularly go for a walk, near the woods, and 20 minutes and a heap of money later, my little Yaris was purring happily again. 

i decided to take it for a bit of a drive, warm it up and find that Somewhere Pretty, taking the Tilburg turning, and regretted that quickly, as there was a jam, and i found myself wedged between lorries and vans, going incredibly slow, inching my way towards the turning off for the nearest village, but that was apparently closed off, and i had to drive to the next turning, and that took me to the other side of the city. from there i knew how to get to the woods, but all the parking places were either full up, or looked too slippery for my liking,  so i just carried on driving. my views were amazing, though... wearing my sunglasses to stop the snow blinding me, i was treated to landscapes that wouldn't look out of place in Germany or Sweden... 

i drove back home, parked the car and walked along the streets near my apartment, posting the letters i meant to post earlier. it was very slippery, and very cold, and very pretty. but i still felt weird. it was my day off, but my mind was nowhere near Breda. i have no idea where it was, but i was glad i was back inside, looking forward to my coffee and bit of chocolate, mulling over the odd coincidence with my friend over Telegram {a path neither of us had talked about before, but are both exploring now}, and a peculiar interaction with a penfriend, and the feeling of a clamp on my head for most of the day - quiet contemplation was called for...

a new moon starts today. time for some strong intentions



Paris

this photo is taken in Paris,
they are the steps down Mont Martre, i think.
it's one of the photo's i keep 
on my Pinterest boards,
which is dedicated to photographs 
{black & white mostly}
that i really like.

i'm not a fan of Paris.
it fills me with ambivalence.
according to my ex, this is because
i fear the confidence 
and sensuality {??}
that the city presents.
he was probably right.
Paris represents a confidence 
that i don't feel i ever had.

i also envy Paris this.

i can handle London 
- London is a mix of historical
and modern 
that i feel at home with -
i love being there...

i love Berlin
- it represents a more recent history
and celebrates alternative ways 
of Being Human,
and holds a German confidence
{or is it arrogance?}
that i like,
and i tend to ignore 
the Kitkat Club elements that 
the city is also famed for -
i loved being there...

i loved Barcelona
the warm, kind, life-loving vibe i got there
{or maybe this was just cos 
my son was our tour guide...}
the mixture of modern life
and centuries of history,
the daring architecture,
the way it was so Spanish
but also so much Catalan
i really want to go back there...

but Paris...
i don't know...
maybe i just need to go there again,
one day,
take the Thalys and book a hotel room
right in the centre
and soak it all in...

it worked with Berlin...



killing in the name of...

when i first moved into the apartment that i now live in, i was impressed with the may trees that surrounded the small block that my space is part of. there were loads, and in the October that i looked at the apartment, to see if it was to my liking, the trees outside the living room window were a gorgeous yellow, and i fell in love with this view. in the year since i moved in, or almost 18 months now, i've seen the seasons change, the trees lose their yellow leaves, be a refuge for the many little birds, looking for food in winter, and a place to rest, and as spring came, the gradual change from only branches to a lush, green, beautiful plant filled me with joy. okay, the endless bird poop on the car was a bit of a nuisance, and the cats lost their rag rather often, staring at the sparrows, and blue tits, and undefined green-ish birds that they couldn't ever reach, but really, small beer compared to the pleasure that we gained from having them outside our window, and outside the building, and in the area - the air that they cleaned, the birds that they harboured, the help to nature, something Breda council appeared to attach so much importance to... 

imagine my shock, when i received a letter from this council last Friday, stating that because of the work that will be done in this area on the sewage system, the trees along our building, and a load more in the streets further on, will have to be destroyed... and since it needs to be done before breeding season, it shall be done this week... oh, and can you please move your car for that day too. thanks. 

i cried, after i read this... i cried, and i was so f^%$ing angry, and disgusted and upset and dumbstruck... my beautiful tree, the one that gave me so many hours of joy, that fed the birds and gave them shelter and gave us shade and oxygen, was a commodity that stood in the way, and had to be removed... cos it was going to be in the way... 

the cutting was done just now, and it felt like i was being punched in the stomach several times over... the guys doing to looked like they didn't give a fig - young chaps mostly, more interested in their phone and another fag - and chainsawed the branches off the trunks, dug the roots out like they were evil that needed destroying, and i cried again... it felt so awful, so pointless. 

the work to the sewage will be done in the summer, so - yay - there won't be any new trees for quite some time. thankfully the huge tree in the middle, which i also stare at, is allowed to stay, and some others at the front that are not seen as commodities, so the birds won't be completely bereft of somewhere to hang out in, take shelter, find food, tease the cats. but still... i've ordered the spirits to find me a nice, comfortable, clean, easy to maintain house in the woodlands that i love to wander in. i'm done with urban life... 





wonder things

as i mentioned before, as a new{ish} user of Spotify, i'm finding it a treasure trove. songs i hadn't heard for donkey's years, bands i remembered from also donkey's years ago with their whole back catalogue on it, and i was finding myself scooting from Ramones and Smithereens to Scritti Politti and Warren Zevon, and my heart skipped a beat so many times, that it was getting dangerous... 

it reminded me a bit of my teens, when i knew a few people, mostly the dads of families i was babysitting for, who had an eclectic taste in music {from the 70's usually} and were delighted to share this with this weird person who occasionally looked after their kids. that, and the then mad radio-broadcasting system that had the days of the week divided into the 9 different religious/ideological broadcasting companies that Holland has {nowadays combined somewhat, but then each company had a day per week}, which had me mostly listening on Tuesdays only, when the music was chosen by people who had the same taste as i did  {until Studio Brussel happened, and i hardly listened to dutch radio at all anymore...}. back then it was mostly hoping that songs that i liked would pop up on the radio, while spotify gives the freedom to skip and chose. 

a band that i rediscovered recently:

* the Wonder Stuff *

an odd band, based around singer Miles Hunt, from the West-Midlands in UK {which is a collection of cities like Birmingham and Wolverhampton, with mostly coal mining and related industries at it's - former - centre} who made catchy folky pop, which i liked a lot around the time i was au-pair in East Sussex. it strongly reminds me of the time i went out a bit in Hastings {to a pub in the Old Town called Ye Olde Pump House, that we just knew as The Old Pump House, mainly...} with some fellow language students {some of whom i'm still in contact with} and i consider to be my version of Student Life... this lot was daft, weren't tied to one genre, and had mad lyrics which made little sense, and were incredibly British. their album Hup i owned on cassette, and i listened to it endlessly, so hearing it again on Spotify it was weird to be able to sing along to songs i hadn't heard since before my eldest was born, now 27+ years ago...

their albums had interesting titles, such as The Eight Legged Groove Machine, Hup, Never Loved Elvis and {brilliant this} Construction For The Modern Idiot, reflecting their daft take on things. they struck lucky when they decided to record the song Dizzy with British comedian Vic Reeves {who with his then companion Bob Mortimer stood for a surreal, absurd kind of comedy that regularly got quite out of hand...}, which hit the big time {just now found the original clip and was reminded of the madcap stuff Reeves & Mortimer got up to in the early nineties - oh, those were the days...}

they lasted until about 1994, when i guess the fun was gone from being in a band, which had rehashed into different set-ups, and they reformed kind of in 2000, again resulting in may different members over time, but still with Hunt as the front man. 

the novelty wore off soon, i must say, listening to them now, as the music and singing can get a bit incessant, and there's more stuff to get through these days... as opposed to 1990, when i was so delighted to have found a band that seemed to be daft, irreverent and absurd, and who's music cheered me up so much. the reminder was nice, though!

magic & mystery

throughout my childhood, i was torn between the Rational way that my dad {and the rest of NL} operated, and the Emotional person that my mum was. despite my dad being a very sensitive, introverted, gentle person, he was doggedly sticking to the Rational, the Intellectual, the Proof, the Material, the Brain. if you can't touch it, or see it, it isn't there... my mum, on the other hand, was one ball of anger and passion, lived from the heart, believed in faith and giving her powers to a force higher than herself, one that wasn't visible or touchable. she believed in Jesus & Mary, my dad believed in Newton & Edison...

obviously, it's not that simple - my mum prided herself on Knowing Stuff, and Learning, and my dad, ultimately, got in touch with his feelings, started to trust the Universe, slightly... but on the whole, it was divided this way for most of the years i lived in their house. i lived in my head, mostly, cos it was safe there - nobody bullied me. i understood my head - most of the time - and figuring stuff out, analyzing, thinking, became a way of life. there was Right and there was Wrong, there was Black and there was White. my feelings were weird, unpredictable, overwhelming, and i did my very best to keep Feeling to a minimum. or at least, paying too much attention to them, cos Feeling goes on, regardless of whether or not you acknowledge it or not... oddly, i also enjoyed going to church. mostly for the rituals, and the notion of belonging somewhere, rather than Believing in God... i didn't like the thought of submission to another force/person {as God was seen}/force, and being deemed okay as long as you follow the rules, though.

i even tried to intellectualize childrearing... moohahaha!! being a mother freaked the hell out of me, and all the weird feelings that came along with it made me feel {...} incredible insecure, and reading about sensible ways to being a mum helped me to get a grip on my overwhelming feelings that this little person brought out in me... but somehow i started also reading books on how babies connect to mums on a very prime and spiritual level, and that sleeping with them helps this process of bonding, and some more things that started to slowly getting me to stop being over-rational. 

living in England at the time helped this process as well. England has {for me} many more ways of connecting to the spiritual/natural side of life. not in a regular religious way, but with Paganism, Witchcraft, Druids, Celtic origins of the country that go back many centuries, it was {to me} a very rich source of possibilities, as well as {to me} UK having a less rational life-view {not to say Brits are irrational and unstable, but the over-rational way people are here in NL was not so prevalent when i lived in UK...}, so the notion of connecting to my intuition was something that slowly was gaining ground. 

but it wasn't until we moved to NL and i found a Waldorf Steiner School for the kids to attend, that the spiritual development that i had been dipping my toes in, really took off. to me, Anthroposophy comes fairly close to the Paganism i had gotten to know in East Sussex over the years, although there are enormous differences, as well, but it gave me a feeling of familiarity {Germanic orderedness meets Celtic natural free-form... to put it incredibly simplistic...} i could live with very well, and while the kids learnt how to knit flute bags and count while jumping & clapping, i joined every possible group and course that the school had to offer. and i learnt to connect with my Feelings... 

and while i learnt to understand my Feelings, i had less and less time for the Rational side of things. the more i was in touch with my feelings, and my intuition, the less i wanted to be stuck in my head. i wanted to move away from condemning, from having an opinion on everything, from seeing things from one side only... where i would've once thought that the spiritual teachers i mentioned in my previous post were mad, and anybody who believed that were idiots, i learnt that there is so much more than what we can see or touch or explain... the phenomenon that what i wished for, would happen {which i kind of noticed and used to my advantage without knowing what it was or how it worked} had a name: Law Of Attraction... i had been manifesting all the things i had wanted when i was a teenager, and that stopped once i became Rational, once i analyzed too much, once i convinced myself that i needed to have opinions, judgements, proving how wise and clever i was... and now it feels {...} like an uphill struggle to get back to a sense of naive Being, and just Be. 

so when i read Harry Potter, i understand why so many people feel such a deep connection with the world they experience, why the Wizarding World is so much more appealing than the one we're supposed to live in. it is so very tempting sometimes, to flick the world a very loud 'Expelliarmus!"


happy place

one of my teachers in the spiritual realm is a woman called Esther Hicks, who channels an entity called Abraham, and the one thing i keep taking away from them is this notion: only happy things can happen in your life if you feel happy... you get what you give out to the Universe. and since we are supposed to be happy Beings, this is a natural state for us to be in. Happy should be Easy. 

when i first came across this phenomenon, i felt quite dubious {even apart from the notion that an entity was being channeled...} - surely we can't be happy all the time?!! it's just not realistic... this is coming from the way of thinking that we have been encouraged to do, from childhood onwards - to be Realistic. to be reasonable, and sensible, and above all: rational, and accept that chunks of your life are lived in unhappiness. unless you're lucky and all the choices you make are ones that fit your Inner Being, but i haven't met many people who go through life this way. so, hearing this school of thought that claims that we are not supposed to live a life of slog, and suffering, and sadness, and whatever else pulls you down, having been surrounded by people who have lifted Suffering and Melancholy into an art form, it took quite a few books and clips on youtube and chats with Mo and writing in my journal, and crying buckets, to even consider this to possible. 

in order to feel happy, i now know that i have to accept it as my birthright. all the other stuff that makes me sad is learnt throughout childhood, and can be unlearnt. it can take a while to get there, but it's so very worth it...

so, what makes me happy?

* walking in the woods, here in Breda & surrounding areas

* watching a film like this one or this one, or this one... 

* reading a book that i click with {not always obvious...}

* seeing my kids being daft with each other

* taking photographs of beautiful things in nature

* coffee places in older buildings {like this one, for instance...}

* interactions with certain customers in the shop where i work

* chats with Mo, or other friends

* meditation, or just staring into space and calling it daydreaming

* writing a story that flows

* Saartje nestling agains my tummy underneath the duvet, or Molly tucking in with Polly

* the smell of coffee in the morning

* vegan chocolate truffles from work

* singing in a choir

* dogs

* traveling to another country, and getting to know new places

* certain songs

* letters in the letterbox

* my Pinterest boards

to name but a few... and yes, they are things that can be taken away from me - and real happiness should be found within ourselves, not from something outside of us - so really, these are just token things... but the thought of them can be a quick fix back to a state of Happy. until the real thing kicks in again.

what makes you happy, what can get you out of a funk?

testing, testing...

back in 1998, when i lived in England, i decided to start doing an A-level course in Psychology, in the college down the road from where we lived. it was a secondary school, for teens, but they also had courses for adults, and previously i had done an O-level Maths, for some weird reason {to prove to myself that i wasn't entirely useless at it, and that i could do it in english...?!}, so i was familiar with the place. the course was done in the older part of the college {it consisted of a big Victorian building, and a really ugly modern 70's build, which was thankfully hidden from view by loads of trees}, and my fellow students were a strange bunch of mature students, from all walks of life, and some fellow-foreigners. i think we all did the course for our own interest in the subject, rather than need it for jobs. i also think, sadly, we left England before i could finish year 1...

i recall a few things from this course, mainly that i'm not very food at writing academic essays, another that psychology is both immensely interesting as well as immensely complex, and that one school of thought about a psychological illness can vary vastly from another, and both can be right... 

one of the first things that we talked about was the - apparently famous - Stanley Milgram experiment on obedience, where he got subjects to administer shocks to others, in the name of research {much better explained here} and found out some interesting things about how vulnerable we all are to obeying others when we know we don't have ultimate responsibility over what we are asked/told to do. how far we can go. how this can - kind of - explain that humans can be 'persuaded' to do atrocious things, evil things, once Final Responsibility has been taken away from them. 

it shocked me, as i had never heard of this experiment, and the teacher stressed that this kind of research would not be ethically allowed these days, but in the 1960's, this wasn't the case yet. in a way, it's great that we have his result, as it explains so much of our own behaviour {and yes, it would be interesting to see what the result would be if repeated in this day and age}.

another experiment was how conformism works. quite a few experiments were done, less shocking - literally - in their methods, but similarly impressive in the results they produce - being in a group of three and more people who believe certain things, makes us more likely to adopt those beliefs, even if they are things we don't agree with, or we know to be wrong. the method Solomon Asch has used is the most familiar of this, and is as simple as it is perturbing... it also shows that as soon as one other person in the group has a different belief, we feel more freedom to express our own contrary belief. 

i was reminded of these experiments a few days ago, when someone pointed out how society at this moment in time seems to be one huge worldwide test lab, with our obedience and conformity tested, and how well we respond to the propaganda methods used on us obedient citizens. we don't really question, we put our faith into people who we have no idea of knowing how trust-worthy they actually are, while people with differing opinions or ideas are ostracized, or made to seem mad/anti-social/dangerous. which is what has happened always, and society needs to have 'weirdos' with different opinions, people who question and critisize - healthy societies can handle this fine. but the state of the world at the moment makes having a different opinion, displaying non-conformist behaviour, almost dangerous. people become angry, violent often, because they're scared, and their fear of the opposite, the fear of being questioned, but also, simultatiously, the fear of being oppressed and lied to en masse wins it from the usual not-being-bothered, or engaging in conversation. tensions mount about the conviction - thanks to the media - that there is only one way to solve what's going on, and everybody conforming to get there seems to also be the new normal... when then things erupt, and tensions escalate, the media laps it up and forms opinions on this, making us citizens chose sides - are we like them, or like them? are we 'good' or are we 'bad'...? are we decent or are we rotten...? do we conform, and stay in the group, or do we question, and fall outside, stand alone? who do we side with? where do we stand? what do the people who we admire say? 

conforming comes in many shapes and sizes. these times are very strange, and to shout one opinion can seem to be strong or 'right', but who are we really trying to convince...? others? or ourselves...?

that little house in the middle of nowhere is looking more and more attractive!!



oddities


the list of Liked Songs on my Spotify is steadily growing. mainly thanks to the french radio station -Fip- i enjoy listening to {even more than Spotify}, as Shazam steers me nicely to the app whenever i make it recognize a song that's played, which i want to know the title of. this way i've gotten to know the names of bands and performers who i would otherwise never have heard of. or forgotten about.

to name a few:
* Wayne Fontana & the Mindbenders... {brilliant name, lovely music...} - Les Rita Mitsouko {anyone remember Andy? classic from 1986...} - Rodriguez {beautiful song that reminds me of a time i wasn't even around...} - El Michels Affair {sultry...} - Strawberry Alarm Clock {cos why not.... Insence & Peppermints, from 1967} - C.W. Stoneking - Hot 8 Brass Band {Sexual Healing indeed...} - Keola Beamer {funky yet mellow} - Al Bowlly - Vitamin String Quartet - etcetera... 

finding Odd Songs By Odd Bands has been a kind of hobby that has been made a lot easier now, with either youtube or spotify, so i don't have to go out and buy the singles. when we lived in England, my ex had a friend called John, who also had an Odd Song/Odd Band peculiarity, only, he had the music on countless singles, and whenever we saw him, he'd pass us a cassette filled with those weird, odd songs, which we kind of knew, or just sounded familiar, and the tapes became the soundtrack to our life together for many years. John also had the tendency to write very long letters, talking about certain artists, or an episode in his life where that particular song featured largely, and ex would sit at the kitchen table, reading those letters out to me, and we'd giggle, or look confused, and we'd know a weird nugget of info about an artist we'd never heard of and would probably never hear from again... 

Strawberry Alarm Clock was one of them. i have no idea what bit of lore was told about them - he'd probably seen the singer on a bus somewhere, in Eastbourne, where he lived, or did the caretaking in an apartment where the bass guitarist lived... i have no idea, but the name of the band stuck, and hearing them on the radio brought back memories of sitting in the kitchen in the apartment in Hastings where we lived, with little Max pottering about, 25 years ago. music can do that so easily - take you back to times gone by, events that happened in your life, moods can shift. even songs that you don't actually know, but sound like songs that you enjoy... 

what songs have you {re}discovered on Spotify?

catfulness

i can hear her purring a mile off, usually, in the quiet of my bedroom. i'm either sat on my big wooden spindle chair, or on my bed, leaning against a cushion, against the wall, and i've just started to drift into the meditation, with the heater on a little, so that the chill has gone from the space. a small light is on, an onion shaped thing i bought in Ikea, years ago, and had to slightly adapt, so the light wasn't glaring anymore, but soft, and suited to the atmosphere i wanted to create in the room whenever i use it to meditate. but my quiet, still position attracts Saartje, after a while, as i must seem like ideal seating to her. so i hear her purring, in the otherwise silent room. 

and just as i feel myself slipping into a state of calm and tranquility, she jumps on my lap. the purring sounds like a drill in the distance, but her soft paws in my legs give away her definite presence. rhythmically they kneed into my skin, gently mostly, sometimes piercingly. her claws are sharp, and Saartje is determined. now she also decides i need to be woken, or she at least snuggled, and her head finds my hand, which she rubs carefully first, then - when she doesn't get the effect she's after - a bit more insistent. i find myself stroking her, mid-meditation, and i smile.

earlier on tonight, when i dropped the daughter off at the station, we saw a Golden Retriever, and how overjoyed it was at seeing the {probably} daughter of the man who was waiting by the dropping off part, and we both sniggered at how enthusiastic the dog was, how it was not going to be stopped from showing it's affection to the young woman. and almost together we said how Saartje was so much like a Golden Retriever...

my meditation carries on with a cat sitting in my neck, or curled up on my lap, purring away, and i have to hold my arms less ideally for the mega-relaxed state i'm after, so that she doesn't slip off my legs. strangely, though, having her there is an added bonus, cos the feels she gives me, usually, are very conducive to the state of heart coherence, which i've found to be very beneficial... 

cats are weird... 

i am mine

The ocean is full 'cause everyone's crying
The full moon is looking for friends at high tide
The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrow's denied
I only know my mind
I am mine

a recurring theme in my life seems to be Finding My Own Self... finding my own authority, the voice in my head that's mine, not all the other people's, all of the people i've allowed to overrule my own voice, my own inner Self. for many years, this has been a frustrating journey, figuring the hell out what belongs to me and what belongs to my mum or my dad, or either of my grandmothers, or relations that had more sway over what i thought than even my parents did. teachers, friends, my ex, bosses - all somehow authority figures i sought out to give me the clues i thought i needed in life to live it, as i'd never learnt to listen to my own voice. 

And the meaning, it gets left behind
All the innocence lost at one time
Significant, behind the eyes
There's no need to hide
We're safe tonight

the song from Pearl Jam always touched a nerve. well, most of them did, but this one was one that speaks to me, every time i hear it. EV always seemed to be such a self-possessed person, someone who had himself figured out, and it came out in his lyrics. i liked his stance on things - he seemed to be both intelligent and feeling, an ideal person in my eyes. as ever, what you want to see will come to the forefront, and he was as flawed and insecure as most of us, but we all need ideals to work towards, or just admire, idolize even... it's easier to put your faith in someone else than it is to find the strengths you seek in yourself. less painful. 

And the feelings that get left behind
All the innocence broken with lies
Significance, between the lines
We may need to hide

so we hide, behind the assumed wisdom of others, the authority that we don't want to have over ourselves, and leave the consequences for them. they said x so i followed... it's not my fault, they said that i should... doctors, politicians, teachers, church leaders, parents, therapists, elder family members - how many people have we given away our Selves to, in order to avoid the pain that comes with making our own decisions? to avoid the feeling of not belonging to the group you thought you should fit into? to feel ostracized, even, cos inside you feel something completely different than the majority of the people around you display...?

And the meanings that get left behind
All the innocence lost at one time
We're all different behind the eyes
There's no need to hide

this morning, i felt that the time has come to trust my own voice - i think i know what it sounds like. during a meditation i felt like i had come home. finally, i am mine...

I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine
I am mine