Princes and Princesses

Princes and Prinsesses?

You have them in all shapes and sizes.
Real princes and princesses
Royal by Blood
 

For now
They do not count

This is about the Princesses
from fairy tales
and their Princes on white horses
 

Their wonderful lifes
in their beautifull castles

Surrounded by 

the pink scent of roses and silver moonlight

jewelry, diamonds, chocolate, sweets,  

candy, cream, sky cots, crowns, slippers,  

velvet, golden balls...

Oh yes…

the Prinsess and the Frog
Know the story?
Sometimes you meet
a princess like her

She lives in a dream world
surrounding herself with only good things.
and putting herself in the center of this
very cool & beautiful & shiny universe

Everything is about 

Enjoying the moment

Especially enjoying

Egoism versus altruism
 

I do not like this princess very much
(if very thick on top
very obvious
I have no such difficulty
with her
but the princess so pretty
that wants to appear humble and innocent
but actually is not
Still very subtle
It is her
I find not so nice
like the wolf in sheep's clothing )

I prefer  

Snow White and Cinderella
They seem a bit more 

like real people

a bit more human

and there is 

Nothing wrong with
Illusions

But often 

the dream is better 

 than reality

To be human
Be Yourself
Is more 

Important
 

To live a real life

make choices
Have responsibilities
you're on top
and sometimes  

you go through  

very deep valleys

valleys filled 

with tears 

Adored and rejected
 

Not always surrounded  

by the pink scent of roses  

and moonlight
 

Taking care and caring for
yourself and one another 

forgive and be forgiven

appreciate the little things
Not be Complacent
Give and take

For 

What goes around comes around

And my favorite prince?
no doubt
Le Petit Prince
of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

and his Rose

Old-worlded eyes

 

 Poppenoogjes

Scary

is what they can be
Eyes of dolls
Especially those of clowns
They give me  

cold chills

When I was young
I had a doll
in my bedroom
A very big doll
It was a majorette
Or a Scottish lady
playing the Bagpipe
I do not remember
   But still her eyes
Azure blue
With real lashes
and blinking eyelids
 

Oh .. I was so afraid of her
Dared not to look
  alone in my bed
Could not go to sleep
 

Eventually
I pressed both eyes
My mother was not so happy
A doll with eyes  

in her belly.

Edda & Wimmie, a vintage children's book

A vintage children's book from the 70's. 

I love the artwork on the cover of these books

Would like to collect them.  

But the nest is almost bursting out.  

Letting go of material things is something 

I cannot do so well.  

It is a collector anger passing from 

generation to generation.  

A gene or parenting issue.  

Nature or nurture.  

Somewhere there is a  

gray area.  

If you end up here 

The end is missing.

Out of Control.

你好，我是安娜於瑞。

你好，我是安娜。 

我是5年。

 我來自中國。 

給我寫的東西回來？

 在中國？謝謝！

Velours de Frise

 

My favorite wild flowers, 

Bûterblomkes

Boterbloemen

Buttercups

Goldilocks

Already in bloom.  

Simultaneously  

with another favorite, 

the austere 

but 

movingly pretty 

and 

almost mystical 

Pinksterbloem, 

Cuckooflower.  

On my steel horse  

we cross 

the Frisian land,  

the green fields.  

Velours de Frise.

Spring & Summer 

around us. 

This is true enjoyment!

(And therefore absolutely no need to blog)

Vrolijk Pasen!

Doll Marion, 1968

Ancient light

 

Wandering along ancient paths
I meet people
Who are 

no longer here
But always 

in my memories
Sometimes they are  

gone for good
Or just  

somewhere else

If you are

just 

somewhere else
I hope 

you are 

okay
 

For those 

who are gone 

for good
There is 

a place in my heart
Some days a sad place
Heartache
Often a warm & safe place

 
Sweet musings
A smile, a face, a gesture
A love

 
Times evaporate
Memories remain
Sometimes not forever
 

This love will...

Seeds of Love

Sometimes something beautiful  
grows suddenly

In places you would not expect it 

Maybe you've sown it  
yourself 

But you were not aware
To discover such a thing always makes me 
very happy
Last week I received a beautiful book
From somebody  
who knew I would appreciate it
I hardly knew her and she owed me nothing
Just a very generous gesture
Makes SO happy 

Thank you!

Fait Main, JEMA Holland

French chandelier & Chinese lanterns

 

The remains of a birthday, 

a 5th anniversary, almost 7 weeks ago.

5 Years ago an almost 7 weeks old child 

in a basket, a little nest, 

outside, on the street.

Torn, heart-rending grief, 

but with the hope of luck.

All the luck in the world.

Dotje!

Dreaming my Dreams...

 

This is about the romanticus in me. 

The one that dreams 

of looking like the lady on my profile photo.

The one that has a really cute pink mobile phone

but is hardly using it. 

Why?

I have a permanent connection 

and I am looking for an nice green vintage rotation device 

(Google do you translate this properly, rotary phone?!..). 

I do not want to be 

get-at-able 

all the time. 

I do have voicemail 

so if you want to I will call you back. 

In my homeland 

we talk about cows and calves, 

that means smalltalk. 

I think that it can be very nice 

but not through the mobile. 

I prefer writing, 

handwritten letters 

and postcards 

and kattebelletjes, 

catbells 

alias 

memo's.

I do not like to hyve, 

do have a facebook account 

but are not yet using it. 

For some reason I do like to blog. 

Why? 

For myself, 

to make thoughts and ideas visable 

and to save them for later days, 

to make my own collection, 

it is easier 

(not better, o no!) 

then putting them on paper, 

making them with my hands. 

I can create my own world in this blog 

if I want to, 

sometimes I have 

a penchant for elsewhere, 

wherever 

that may be. 

Often nostalgic for the past, 

perhaps 

a bit traditional 

or just too slow, 

too dreamy 

to go into the flow 

of progress.

Things that make me happy, Swansong.

 

Swansong.  

The last poem of a poet,  

before his death.  

The name is a reference 

to the myth  

that a swan, 

when she feels 

her death coming, 

once  

bursts into 

a wonderful song.

This myth is found 

in the Phaedo of Plato.  

Socrates  

says here 

on the eve of his execution  

that swans  

before they die  

sing better 

than ever, 

not from sadness  

but out of joy  

over the benefits  

of Apollo  

which will await them 

after death.

April First

My 5 year old
is having her day!

April first!

The whole day long
I have to hear that
there is a frog
on my head, 

my nose is missing,
even my head
has
fallen
off.

Tried to learn her some
good jokes 

but
in the world of a 5 year old
these are
good jokes!

So I laugh with her
and tell her that
there's a bunny in her shoe
and

then we both
roll over the ground
laughing
giggles.