Being myself

I like being strong on my own, capable of dealing with pretty much anything that comes along. Sometimes it would be nice, though, to have someone around who'd just hug and hold me for however long it takes... It, that's crying out whatever piled up. It's feeling like there's nothing I had to do, until... Continue Reading →


I'm lying alone in my room, laptop on my lap. Tears running down my cheeks - in celebration of life. I'm thinking about all the beautiful people who i had the honour and joy to connect to in the past year(s). My heart must have grown immensely, to make place for all of you. I... Continue Reading →

Topic of the day: Privileges

It's one of these mornings, when i feel quite tired, desorientated. I have no plans for the day - often a good sign. I move a bit, have a coffee and breakfast and decide to lie on our balcony for a while. It might be one of these days, where unexpected things happen. I try... Continue Reading →

Risking my significance… ?

I'm in pain when i hear you say you feel lonely, while i'm keeping my arms open for you - and so are others! I join your pain when you tell me you're unhappy with your life. Your eyes ask for help, but your mind resists change. Yes, life hasn't always been easy for you.... Continue Reading →

Taking a Transition Bubble Bath…

Over the last few months, i have spent time with different groups of fantastic people, who take various steps towards a better present / a good life for all. And for me, these different contexts seemed to be separate little bubbles. Yesterday, at a talk and meet-up with Rob Hopkins (the initiator of the Transition... Continue Reading →

Tree or forest?

I wrote about feeling like a tree whose roots have been cut. I was looking for the perfect place where i could - or should - anchor myself again; my one and only place in the world. Then, a friend helped me to transform this image. I'm not like a tree; my personality and my... Continue Reading →

Under reconstruction

I haven't written an entry in a while. That's because i feel like i have nothing to say. Because i don't know who i am. In fact, i feel like quite some parts of my personality are under reconstruction. Do you know that feeling? Like most of your roots have been cut, and the new... Continue Reading →

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