Letting Go

Lsltn: letting go

This term is lately  

everywhere

around me,

it is surrounding us.
 

Letting go is hot. 

(Before we had the  

Celestine Prophecy
and the child within 

or inner child)

 
You have to, like to,  

want to, learn to let go.
 

While releasing really  

should not  

have to deal with 

pressure.

It would be  

a reaction to materialism
and striving for  

progress & development  

of the past decades.
 

A counterweight  

to our consumption society  

and social media.
 

Investigate further.
 

I think it's really more like
an extra scoop on top.

 

We have everything so now
we want something spiritual.
 

Mindfulness.
 

There's nothing wrong with it,  

good fundamentals and  

scientifically proven 

to be effective.
 

But I do not like it when
it evolves into a hype  

and it is becoming 

everyone's hobby.

Topic of coversation

at a bbq.

You have to be Zen.
 

Wise and enlightened,
inner peace.

It should be all about
not having to be perfect
but it seems  

you're only perfect
if your Zen, and Mindful
and can let go.

The Chinese philosopher
Lao Tse (Laozi)
has made ​​

many wise sayings

one of them is:

"True virtue is not virtuous".

I think that to be 

Zen and enlightened
is something  

that is reserved
for people who can 

really let go
Monks and truly  

wise people
who have renounced  

all the earthly  

and material goods.

(Dat is andere koek)

That is a different story.

Folklore Costume

O..come and see  

what I have found
in the charity yesterday!

 

Plates, which have been 

standing on my wishlist 

for a very long time.

A little tin with a 

"Zeeuws meisje" on it 

("The milkmaid", 

my 5-year old calls her.).

And a vintage  

souvenir doll  

from Bruxelles.

Theme what binds this stuff  

is folklore or 

folkloristic costume.

It happens to me often  

that I unconsciously  

gather things that have 

something in common.
 

I always 

discover this at home 

-no sooner-

whilst placing the items 

in the nest.

And I think

that is nice!

"C'est bon....bon!"

A gift from my mother.
An old bonbon tin

(without the chocolates)

severely affected  

by the ravages 

of time.

To me

the test of time
makes her prettier,
the tin, the lady

more interesting,  

intriguing.

As an ancient ruin

hidden in a forest
or an abandoned house
with black and white 

photographs
of forgotten lovers
on the mantelshelf
and a floral curtain

flowing
for a broken window.

I love these things

cannot explain why

has got something

to do with 

discovering,

rediscovering or

retrieving.

As if you were 

looking for something
unconscious
until you've found it.

Japanese

These are

the curtains 

my 5-year old  

chose for 

her bedroom.

 

Well hey!

 
No barbie,  

K3 or  

princesses 

fabric.
 
To her 

the most 

charming fabric 

would be 

the one with

Wickie the Viking,  

Maja the Bee  

or Heidi on it.
 

(Characters from  

Japanese children's  

animation series  

from the 70s)
 

Unfortunately,  

these kind of fabrics

are very hard 

to come by 

these days ....

My little webshop!

I started  

a little webshop 

yesterday.
 

Out of curiosity,  

wondering  

whether it will run 

or not.

And because 

I have too

many things

in the nest.
 

It is not complete

& finished yet 

(shop, products 

and design)

but

if you want 

to take a look  

here is the link:

 
http://www.mijnwebwinkel.nl/winkel/pipros/

Monday washing day........maandag wasdag

Finding treasures  

in my own nest

that is something 

which happens to me 

regularly.  

Yesterday  

I was cleaning up a bit   

upstairs

in the back of a closet  

I found a large orange bag.  

Curious...

I took the bag out of the closet and  

look what was in it! 

(I think this is such a beautiful old-timed sky!)

All vintage fabrics,  

tablecloths, curtains, pillow cases,  

scarves, tea towels, 

and even a duster. 

Mmmmiam!

All purchased by me once

but completely forgotten.

Coincidentally, 

today sunny and windy,  

perfect for a wash and  

all of those nice goodies

hanging on the line

to dry &

showing off.

Fancy nice weather!

Parkietje.....Lovebird

Reflections

I read my last post
for a while
and then I find

that when I would not
know myself
- and maybe I know myself
not as well as I think or hope-

But well..

what I find is that when I
-for example-

would read my posts

being someone else
I would think
that not all messages

are equally nice
like the one about princesses
and certainly my last
about that particular old ladies.

I do not often place
a cheerful & airy post
I trie
but hardly never succeed in it
it is neither my style
and certainly not my character
melancholia and musings

and often ramblings

is what can be found here.

And please note
it is never my intention
to hurt anybody
with all the nonsense
that sometimes comes

out of my head.

I love old ladies
(but please no lilies...).

Faded Glory

This weekend

I was having diner
somewhere.

On the table was a bouquet
containing a few lilies
white with pink tinged.

The smell of them
was so strong
that it took away

our appetite
and we moved

the bouquet
to another spot
in the house

I thought
how these lilies
resemble
certain ladies
at age
once beauteous
but transient

My mind's eye saw
one of those ladies
walking around in my house
perhaps it was me
about 20 years
maybe 30….

Filling the nest

with the smell
of nearly wilted
but
touch-and-going
  glaringly 
blooming lilies.

Perhaps not even

entirely unpleasant
but unintentionally

too hysterical
and well-nigh vulgar
sweet and intoxicating
baiting & anther dusting.

Appetite spoiled.

Chimera, figments......hersenspinsels

Feeling better Today

Feeling better today.  

Entered the lion's den yesterday.  

There was no lion inside
just a shot deer

or was it  
a sad and frightened rabbit.  

Dear people around me.  

It was a good day.

Still a bit tired. 

These things can take 

a lot of energy.  

But I feel that

everything is falling  

into the right place.

Pimpampoentje.....a Dutch word for Ladybird

Lieveheersbeestje, Hemelbeestje
or Ingeltsje (Frisian for little angel)

It is always said that 

ladybirds are as old  

as the number of dots they have.  

This myth is hard to eradicate, 

and is there any need for it...?

My aching Head......a Lament

I have a headache,  

a sore neck 

&

big bruises on my legs
and I feel very tired.

What happened?

Attacked at work by a client with

mild intellectual disabilities

&

severe behavioral problems.

Out of the Blue

(apparently)

Risk of Profession

you could call it

and that is what it is.

I will beat myself through it,

keep my mind free

and know

it's not the end of the world

at best a 5

on my scale of unpleasant events

(which is quite a bit high though).

Yesterday, one day off, I could relax a bit
this afternoon I venture back

into the den of the lion,

that’s how it feels a bit now.

Luckily I am surrounded

by good and dear colleagues.

Unfortunately nothing heard from

the Director of the Circus
and find that quite

a bit of a pity

and not so professional.