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Miraculous world

By on Jan 27, 2019 in Blog | 0 comments

In between showers I take a walk in the forest. The air is of an even, damp grey. Everything looks pretty much the same, everything looks brownish wet and it feels a bit boring, not very inviting. When things get boring, I start to look for differences. When you look closely, you see that everything is different; shapes, colours and textures. Not one view is the...

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By on Jan 21, 2019 in Blog | 0 comments

The most beautiful moment of the eclipse is not when the moon shines clothed in full red colours over the frozen lake at which I stand. The most beautiful and special happens when the light slowly, almost imperceptibly, starts showing itself again. At first very careful, at the edges, then ever changing and increasing and decreasing in intensity. Every brief moment...

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Will and ability

By on Jan 7, 2019 in Blog | 0 comments

From my window I notice the boring, grey day. It doesn’t look very inviting. The past two days I delivered an intensive training; being out there and passing on a lot of my energy. A walk in the woods would help me, feel the ground under my own feet again. The forest is near and I have the time. But I don’t want to, I don’t feel like it and I am...

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Being found

By on Jan 1, 2019 in Blog | 0 comments

“Sooner or later we have to admit that the importance does not lie in finding something, but in being found” The forest is busy with lots of people getting some fresh air. I too need some fresh air after the social events of the holidays, that also sometimes kept me from finding the silence in these days. I overhear many conversations. I hear a lot of...

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Days of Silence

By on Dec 24, 2018 in Blog | 0 comments

“Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.” (Rabindranath Tagore) It is a calm day under a wintry sun. Over the forest and under the trees lies an air of quiet stillness. The life of the trees has retreated to their roots and they seem dormant in the quiet of the day. Trees are also reflected in the puddles of last days’ rain. The waterways...

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