On regular days
When my fingers drum to the rythm of a military mars
Eyes twitching from left to right
Mind moving with the weight of dark clouds before rain
The surface of my skin will be smooth and flat
Like the surface of my country
But when I hear the first notes of this song
Time spreads before me like the ocean
A pine forest grows there
A land filled with mountains
To form a blanket of electricity
The energy of life is showing on my skin
Inspired by: My love from Sia
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Explanation
I am aware that I haven't been writing a lot these days. I'd like to explain to you why. Something pretty amazing is happening to me. I think it's caused by the good weather, sunshine and vacation. But I'd like to think it's more than that. I'd like to think I've changed. I remember a year ago or so my mother told me that as a child I was always busy. I was constantly thinking of new games, playing, drawing, crafting. She told me she never had to give me anything to do, I was always active and creative. I felt very sad when she told me this. Because I had forgotten I was ever like that and haven' t felt like that happy energetic child anymore in a long time, being weared down by work, responsibilities and social obligations. I think the choice for not working 40 hours a week anymore was the best one I've made in this past year. It took me half a year to struggle with myself after making that choice and I was still very stressed even though my working hours were less.
But I'm arriving somewhere now. I stepped on a train and this is my first stop. I've started cleaning up and redecorating the house. And I'm having a lot of fun with it. I remember some time ago I posted here that I wasn't good at redecorating and it felt like doing chores. It feels completely different now. I feel like the busy active creative child again. It started by gaining confidence, because I was afraid I couldn't even hold a hammer the right way. But I just began. And of course I am my clumsy self for a great part of the time. But I get better along the way. And it's mine. All I'm doing is mine. The house is becoming our house. I'm taking my time. It's not about making it look good for others. It's about making it yours.
It can be really healthy to touch everything in your house with your hands. In dreams, your house is a reflection of your soul. When you enter an empty dusty chamber while sleeping, there's a part of your soul you've been neglecting. There are a lot of things in this house I've been neglecting. Still unpacked bags and boxes after I've moved in here for 2 years. So cleaning up the house is like taking care of myself. Looking at myself. Dusting the shelves of my imagination. I'm getting healthier with every step. I need less sleep, less food. This is how I wanted to live when I started this blog in January. I'm getting there. It's a start. Let's keep up this pace.
But I'm arriving somewhere now. I stepped on a train and this is my first stop. I've started cleaning up and redecorating the house. And I'm having a lot of fun with it. I remember some time ago I posted here that I wasn't good at redecorating and it felt like doing chores. It feels completely different now. I feel like the busy active creative child again. It started by gaining confidence, because I was afraid I couldn't even hold a hammer the right way. But I just began. And of course I am my clumsy self for a great part of the time. But I get better along the way. And it's mine. All I'm doing is mine. The house is becoming our house. I'm taking my time. It's not about making it look good for others. It's about making it yours.
It can be really healthy to touch everything in your house with your hands. In dreams, your house is a reflection of your soul. When you enter an empty dusty chamber while sleeping, there's a part of your soul you've been neglecting. There are a lot of things in this house I've been neglecting. Still unpacked bags and boxes after I've moved in here for 2 years. So cleaning up the house is like taking care of myself. Looking at myself. Dusting the shelves of my imagination. I'm getting healthier with every step. I need less sleep, less food. This is how I wanted to live when I started this blog in January. I'm getting there. It's a start. Let's keep up this pace.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Summer poem
I want this summer to last forever
My limbs and muscles flow freely
There are bread crumbs on my lap
Sun is reflecting in the water
Salt is tearing on my skin
New eyes and vague smiles are mirrored in mine
Boys sleeping in the sand
Their eyelashes covering their cheeks
There's only innocence now
The sunlight turns us all into children
Shedding fresh light on birds and leaves and spiders
I'm looking directly at them
Vibrating green
So much deliciousness, this surely is heaven
My limbs and muscles flow freely
There are bread crumbs on my lap
Sun is reflecting in the water
Salt is tearing on my skin
New eyes and vague smiles are mirrored in mine
Boys sleeping in the sand
Their eyelashes covering their cheeks
There's only innocence now
The sunlight turns us all into children
Shedding fresh light on birds and leaves and spiders
I'm looking directly at them
Vibrating green
So much deliciousness, this surely is heaven
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Little Bee thoughts
I've just finished reading "Little Bee".
The thing that struck me most, is the way normal people like you and me are inextricably linked to normal people like you and me in third world countries. It brings a great sense of guilt for the you and me in the Western part of civilization. And no matter how idealistic we are, we seem unable to change things, because we are confronted with a complex system of power and simply a lot of evil in the world and in the hearts of men. The house I live in is bought with money made at Shell (my father-in-law works there), a company responsible for so much injustice in the world. I feel bad about that. Everything we do sustains the existing situation of injustice: the food we eat, the clothes we wear, the money we put on our banks. But what can I do? Should I give up my house? If I were to listen to my conscience, I would. And on top of that eat only locally, biologically produced food, buy clothes from shops I know are not engaged in child labour practices, put my money on a bank that doesn't invest in bad things. Would I feel better? Would I be a better person? First of all, I would be bankrupt, because living like that is expensive purely in terms of money and my income is too low. Is that enough reason not to do it? I could try to find a job that pays better, work more and live for a healthier mankind and planet. But then I would be unhappy. Is that worth the sacrifice? Is that all I care about, to be happy? How can I even begin to be happy when there are people starving to death, the exact same people that made the fabric for my couch, so to speak? I think part of the unhappiness is then due to the fact that I wouldn't directly see the consequences of my "good" actions. The evil we face is very impersonal, but so is the good. If I could tune in with a little camera on my laptop on the child who is released forever from the clothing workshop because I stop buying my clothes at H&M, maybe then I would be more likely to give it up, because I would feel happy that I helped in releasing the child. (I think though, If I kept on filming, I would see the child fall into the hands of other wolves). But it doesn't work that way. My actions do not have such direct consequences. Bad things and bad people will always exist, no matter what I do. And besides, this is a very selfish way of viewing things. Just because I don't see the results, I don't act, even though I know it is better? Come to think of it, I don't think I even know what is better. Because everything happens far away and it would cost a daytime job for me to figure out the history of all the products I buy, not even to mention the lies and misinformation you would come across from companies who sell them.
I had a discussion with a friend not long ago, where I stated that I hate the fact so many people believe we live to be happy. "All the choices we make and things we do are only to make us happy", he said, "even if we help others, because the gratification we get from helping others is something that leads us to be happy." I feel a certain emptiness in this statement, although I recognize that largely it is true, also for the way I live. I guess I should be glad then that God created us to be happy by helping others, otherwise things would go a little bit out of hand.
But I don't believe we should strive to be happy, because the action is then only directed by your own sense of gratification and thereby in fact selfish. I think we should strive to serve a purpose that is greater than ourselves. To serve, yes. "To serve" has a kind of degrading feeling for a lot of people, because you place yourself below something or someone else. I think we've lost our ability to serve in the Western world, because we are told daily that we should stand out and be confident and not let anyone walk over us. I recently heard a teacher say that all he ever hears in class these days is young kids saying they want respect. It's something they think they're entitled to, like a birthright, like a part of their bodies, an invisible arm or leg that also came out when they were born from their mothers. They are not aware that respect is something you earn. A president is a good president because he serves his country. He puts the needs of his countrymen above his own personal needs. Do you know a lot of presidents like that? No, you don't. Because it's very hard. It's sacrificing. We don't like to sacrifice and serve. We prefer to be comfortable and happy.
As do I. Some are willing to kill for it. They kill just to protect their comfortable happiness. I wouldn't go so far, but I'm not exactly on the serving side either. Actually, I'm mostly closing myself in inside my own happy safe state. I am aware that I buy the wrong products, that I walk past the poor man outside the supermarket without giving him my money. I stopped watching the news and reading the papers for a long time, because all the bad things happening in the world were piling up inside my body and I couldn't contain them anymore because they had no outlet. I am guilty, as are Sarah and Andrew in Little Bee, as we are all. Can you handle that? Can I handle that?
When you read a book like Little Bee the truth hits you hard in the face, no matter how hard you were trying to hide. For me personally, things are starting to get a little bit different now though. When I was a child, I was very idealistic. I knew that when I grew up, I would dedicate my life trying to make the world a better place. When I got older, I learned that my actions were insignificant, I learned about nihilism and systems of power that make you powerless. So I started to draw back.
But now, I think I'm waking up again. As I said in my last post, I have to stop dreaming big and start dreaming smaller. I don't want to look away anymore. I want to be engaged. I want to look evil in the eye and say: you don't scare me anymore. And looking evil in the eye also means seeing the people who are engaged in fighting it. This means reading the right books, the right magazines (like Ode or Vrij Nederland), watching the right programmes (like Buitenhof) and being inspired by activism, cheering these people on and being part of their community. Because mainstream media is only fixated on the grotesqueness of evil and not on the nuance. You have to look for the right examples instead of letting yourself be numbed down by the bad stuff and by the guilt. And, the most difficult part for me: let your actions follow your words. Try to serve the greater good in the little ways you can. Do it together with others, don't think you can do it alone. The object then, is not to be happy. It is to lead a deep and profound life, facing the painful consequences of trying to fight evil, the humiliation of people who make fun of your idealistic ideas, the people who stay evil no matter what you tell them, the feeling that what you are doing is useless. A true hero is not doing the things he does because it is making him happy. He is doing it because he believes in something, something greater than himself, and he is willing to suffer for it.
The thing that struck me most, is the way normal people like you and me are inextricably linked to normal people like you and me in third world countries. It brings a great sense of guilt for the you and me in the Western part of civilization. And no matter how idealistic we are, we seem unable to change things, because we are confronted with a complex system of power and simply a lot of evil in the world and in the hearts of men. The house I live in is bought with money made at Shell (my father-in-law works there), a company responsible for so much injustice in the world. I feel bad about that. Everything we do sustains the existing situation of injustice: the food we eat, the clothes we wear, the money we put on our banks. But what can I do? Should I give up my house? If I were to listen to my conscience, I would. And on top of that eat only locally, biologically produced food, buy clothes from shops I know are not engaged in child labour practices, put my money on a bank that doesn't invest in bad things. Would I feel better? Would I be a better person? First of all, I would be bankrupt, because living like that is expensive purely in terms of money and my income is too low. Is that enough reason not to do it? I could try to find a job that pays better, work more and live for a healthier mankind and planet. But then I would be unhappy. Is that worth the sacrifice? Is that all I care about, to be happy? How can I even begin to be happy when there are people starving to death, the exact same people that made the fabric for my couch, so to speak? I think part of the unhappiness is then due to the fact that I wouldn't directly see the consequences of my "good" actions. The evil we face is very impersonal, but so is the good. If I could tune in with a little camera on my laptop on the child who is released forever from the clothing workshop because I stop buying my clothes at H&M, maybe then I would be more likely to give it up, because I would feel happy that I helped in releasing the child. (I think though, If I kept on filming, I would see the child fall into the hands of other wolves). But it doesn't work that way. My actions do not have such direct consequences. Bad things and bad people will always exist, no matter what I do. And besides, this is a very selfish way of viewing things. Just because I don't see the results, I don't act, even though I know it is better? Come to think of it, I don't think I even know what is better. Because everything happens far away and it would cost a daytime job for me to figure out the history of all the products I buy, not even to mention the lies and misinformation you would come across from companies who sell them.
I had a discussion with a friend not long ago, where I stated that I hate the fact so many people believe we live to be happy. "All the choices we make and things we do are only to make us happy", he said, "even if we help others, because the gratification we get from helping others is something that leads us to be happy." I feel a certain emptiness in this statement, although I recognize that largely it is true, also for the way I live. I guess I should be glad then that God created us to be happy by helping others, otherwise things would go a little bit out of hand.
But I don't believe we should strive to be happy, because the action is then only directed by your own sense of gratification and thereby in fact selfish. I think we should strive to serve a purpose that is greater than ourselves. To serve, yes. "To serve" has a kind of degrading feeling for a lot of people, because you place yourself below something or someone else. I think we've lost our ability to serve in the Western world, because we are told daily that we should stand out and be confident and not let anyone walk over us. I recently heard a teacher say that all he ever hears in class these days is young kids saying they want respect. It's something they think they're entitled to, like a birthright, like a part of their bodies, an invisible arm or leg that also came out when they were born from their mothers. They are not aware that respect is something you earn. A president is a good president because he serves his country. He puts the needs of his countrymen above his own personal needs. Do you know a lot of presidents like that? No, you don't. Because it's very hard. It's sacrificing. We don't like to sacrifice and serve. We prefer to be comfortable and happy.
As do I. Some are willing to kill for it. They kill just to protect their comfortable happiness. I wouldn't go so far, but I'm not exactly on the serving side either. Actually, I'm mostly closing myself in inside my own happy safe state. I am aware that I buy the wrong products, that I walk past the poor man outside the supermarket without giving him my money. I stopped watching the news and reading the papers for a long time, because all the bad things happening in the world were piling up inside my body and I couldn't contain them anymore because they had no outlet. I am guilty, as are Sarah and Andrew in Little Bee, as we are all. Can you handle that? Can I handle that?
When you read a book like Little Bee the truth hits you hard in the face, no matter how hard you were trying to hide. For me personally, things are starting to get a little bit different now though. When I was a child, I was very idealistic. I knew that when I grew up, I would dedicate my life trying to make the world a better place. When I got older, I learned that my actions were insignificant, I learned about nihilism and systems of power that make you powerless. So I started to draw back.
But now, I think I'm waking up again. As I said in my last post, I have to stop dreaming big and start dreaming smaller. I don't want to look away anymore. I want to be engaged. I want to look evil in the eye and say: you don't scare me anymore. And looking evil in the eye also means seeing the people who are engaged in fighting it. This means reading the right books, the right magazines (like Ode or Vrij Nederland), watching the right programmes (like Buitenhof) and being inspired by activism, cheering these people on and being part of their community. Because mainstream media is only fixated on the grotesqueness of evil and not on the nuance. You have to look for the right examples instead of letting yourself be numbed down by the bad stuff and by the guilt. And, the most difficult part for me: let your actions follow your words. Try to serve the greater good in the little ways you can. Do it together with others, don't think you can do it alone. The object then, is not to be happy. It is to lead a deep and profound life, facing the painful consequences of trying to fight evil, the humiliation of people who make fun of your idealistic ideas, the people who stay evil no matter what you tell them, the feeling that what you are doing is useless. A true hero is not doing the things he does because it is making him happy. He is doing it because he believes in something, something greater than himself, and he is willing to suffer for it.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Clap your hands
So, after my last string of heavy posts, I decided it was time for some positive action. Life is like that. There are periods when nothing comes out of your hands, you just feel disappointed, overwhelmed, unable. And then there's always that moment when it's suddenly over. Without consciously noticing, something deep within you decides you've had enough. New hope and energy come boiling to the surface.
A friend of mine, after telling her the story of the friend on the boat, rightfully pointed out that I should look within my own house and see the beauty of it. It's true. Everything I need to be happy is within my reach. I think I realize now that I don't even really know what exactly it is what I want. I have all these vague notions of living like an artist, looking at others who do so, envying them, thinking I could never be as strong and courageous and wilful as them. Because that's the thing. I know I don't lack the talent, whatever that may be, I don't even care about that. I just lack discipline. I am already living like an artist and I seem to forget that sometimes. Yesterday I picked up a journal I was making the year I went to drama school. My favourite teacher in the world: Hans Lemmerman, taught us to keep a "book of things". He is still the most inspiring man I've ever encountered in my life. I was always so excited to get to his class, because my head would boil with brilliant ideas afterwards. Anyway, I found my "books of things" again and looked at the collection. I was kind of stunned by how good it was. And how it was exactly me, the way I see things. And I remember very well his advise. He told me I had a good eye for art, but I had to take it further. Instead of just noticing or pointing out, I needed to think of a shape to put it.
This is exactly what I have to do! I just have to find a better way to channel it, set clear and achievable goals for myself, get to action. I'm having these visions now about creating a crazy big schedule to hang on my wall, complete with my achievable goals, how to achieve them and the things I'm doing on a weekly basis to reach them. Some people are advised to dream bigger. My problem is dreaming too big. I need to dream smaller, in portions. What do I really want that I could reach in reality? Off course I'll never stop dreaming big, 'cause that's just who I am :). But I think it'll work this way. I feel excited about it, butterflies in my stomach. I hope I can hold on to this feeling now just long enough to actually get somewhere until I start feeling down again (haha, sometimes I wonder if I'm not accidentally manic-depressive). This is good. So, to match this positive excited feeling, I have a song for you, to get in the same mood: Sia, Clap your hands.
Two other things I'd like to share:
* I'm reading Little Bee by Chris Cleave. It's been a long time since I've read a good book. This book is simply brilliant. Beautiful, cruel, honest writing.
* I've enrolled in an additional education to be a primary teacher, whohoo! So excited about that. I'm just a nerd who loves school. It's going to be extremely busy though from September for the next 2,5 years. Hope I don't lose myself again. But I think this will be good. I love working with children. I dreamed about teaching children last night and woke up feeling fresh and happy. Off course I'm scared that this won't work out as well, I guess. But I believe I need to give it a chance.
A friend of mine, after telling her the story of the friend on the boat, rightfully pointed out that I should look within my own house and see the beauty of it. It's true. Everything I need to be happy is within my reach. I think I realize now that I don't even really know what exactly it is what I want. I have all these vague notions of living like an artist, looking at others who do so, envying them, thinking I could never be as strong and courageous and wilful as them. Because that's the thing. I know I don't lack the talent, whatever that may be, I don't even care about that. I just lack discipline. I am already living like an artist and I seem to forget that sometimes. Yesterday I picked up a journal I was making the year I went to drama school. My favourite teacher in the world: Hans Lemmerman, taught us to keep a "book of things". He is still the most inspiring man I've ever encountered in my life. I was always so excited to get to his class, because my head would boil with brilliant ideas afterwards. Anyway, I found my "books of things" again and looked at the collection. I was kind of stunned by how good it was. And how it was exactly me, the way I see things. And I remember very well his advise. He told me I had a good eye for art, but I had to take it further. Instead of just noticing or pointing out, I needed to think of a shape to put it.
This is exactly what I have to do! I just have to find a better way to channel it, set clear and achievable goals for myself, get to action. I'm having these visions now about creating a crazy big schedule to hang on my wall, complete with my achievable goals, how to achieve them and the things I'm doing on a weekly basis to reach them. Some people are advised to dream bigger. My problem is dreaming too big. I need to dream smaller, in portions. What do I really want that I could reach in reality? Off course I'll never stop dreaming big, 'cause that's just who I am :). But I think it'll work this way. I feel excited about it, butterflies in my stomach. I hope I can hold on to this feeling now just long enough to actually get somewhere until I start feeling down again (haha, sometimes I wonder if I'm not accidentally manic-depressive). This is good. So, to match this positive excited feeling, I have a song for you, to get in the same mood: Sia, Clap your hands.
Two other things I'd like to share:
* I'm reading Little Bee by Chris Cleave. It's been a long time since I've read a good book. This book is simply brilliant. Beautiful, cruel, honest writing.
* I've enrolled in an additional education to be a primary teacher, whohoo! So excited about that. I'm just a nerd who loves school. It's going to be extremely busy though from September for the next 2,5 years. Hope I don't lose myself again. But I think this will be good. I love working with children. I dreamed about teaching children last night and woke up feeling fresh and happy. Off course I'm scared that this won't work out as well, I guess. But I believe I need to give it a chance.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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