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Poetry in nature, part 47

Verrotting van binnenuit. Soms lijkt een onzuiverheid letterlijk uit je kern te komen, wat het gevoel kan geven van slecht te zijn. Een andere blik daarop is: dat de destructieve omgeving zich op zo’n vroege leeftijd heeft opgedrongen, dat er nog geen zelfgevoel, of herinnering daaraan was/is. Zo denken ontschuldigt, al vermindert het werk om je zuivere kern te ontbloten er niet door.

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Poetry in nature, part 46

Light changes everything. It’s colour, brightness, strengh, vibration. The same leaf, meadow, or stream can be dull or inspirational. It is our light that makes the difference how we see and experience the world.

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Poetry in the city, part 21

A dreamy morning walk, Halifax.

What looks like a peaceful place, can be the result of horror. Today is it Orange Shirt Day here in Canada. A day to honour Indigenous children who were forced to attend residential schools rife with abuse. Thousands of them did not return.

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Poetry in nature, part 45

Voluptueus shapes rise. Seemingly out of nowhere. With the right temperature, humidity, amount and colour of light. Viola! Irresistable voluptuousness spotted in an unexpected place.

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Poetry in nature, part 44

A wound is a wound, physical or emotional. And as time passes, things dry up a bit. The organism grows around it, further. The soul is not lost. The skin tries to regain its original texture. Sometimes this fails and the scar remains as a triumph of scorched desires.

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Poetry in nature, part 43

There is green and green and green, dark, light, silverlike, or snakelike green. Green as the colour of the heart. Shades of green as shades of love. Fueled by nature as during the beautiful walk in the Norwegian woods today….

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Poetry in the city, part 20

Finding yourself back in the skeleton of what was going to be your castle. And now?

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Poetry in nature, part 42

Just Being, giving restorative processes a chance. An important aspect of life, often neglected.

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Poetry in nature, part 41

Reaching to the sky, filling yourself with light and inspiration. The higher this reaching out, the deeper roots are needed, to stay balanced. So that the wind cannot blow (you) over.

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Poetry in nature, part 40

To form bridges might be a crucial skill for emotional survival in life. For emotional, existential and vocational wellbeing, for a flourishing family life. Leaving one’s own side and story to explore the other’s side and logic is crucial and extremely difficult. But learnable. Luckily.

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Poetry in nature, part 39

Here I am. In the rain and the wind. Once I was new. Did see so many people pass. So many bikers, hikers, drivers. All narratives sharing one thing: wanting to be loved as one is. The most precious thing to receive: love without having to change.

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Poetry in nature, part 38

Living in layers. There is always a foreground and a background. And one layer behind. And a layer above. How many layers do you integrate in your life?

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Poetry in the city, part 19

Beautiful dirt. A thin line between being attractive, interesting, new or being dumped, thrown away. How can we teach children that life exists of phases and encourage them to dare to move on if it is time? So the feeling of being dumped does not exist in their life?

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Poetry in the city, part 18

Two garbage bags lying in autumn harmony. Accepting that we discover new things and have to let go others, is embracing life at the deepest level. To me being able to let go with love is a sign of great wisdom.

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Poetry in nature, part 37

Aiming for harmony without paying attention to unconscious trouble, is like wanting the waterlilies to bloom without their roots in the mud. It will not happen.

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Poetry in nature, part 36

We cannot live without losses. Even if we try. The way we handle grief, bereavement and separation, defines the depth of our living, the quality of our joy, the intensity of our heart lines, our love. Mourning gives way to new things to grow while honouring what is lost. Often we cannot forcast the beauty of the new. Easier said than done.

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Poetry in the city, part 17

We possibly often see what we expect te see. And it often needs a second look to perceive information that is different from expectations. When we do open our senses: creativity, joy, playfulness lie around many corners, or wait between the L eaves of many trees.