Lessons on grief after I lost my dad.

This December it will be twenty years ago since I lost my dad to leukemia. Snowflakes fell down from heaven the day we buried him. For a second the white world looked serene and pure; harmless even. I still remember how unreal it felt and how overwhelmed and lost I was. I couldn’t speak when […]

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Good Byes and New Beginnings.

I prefer to see the good in perhaps not the best experiences and in people who have shown their true colors. Also after working for opportunistic company owners on Ibiza whose only interests were money and image. Even when living in an ecological community where only one person, who lacks empathy and makes all decisions, […]

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Moving house makes me sad.

Moving house makes me sad. This is only my fifth time in my 43-year-old life. When I gave up my home for another one, excitement have always been followed by waves of sadness. Just like it is now.The waves were high today, it stormed and I had difficulties to keep my head above water. On […]

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You and I, we woke up this morning.

Finding some motivational, uplifting words and meaning after facing the vulnerability of life once again, is what I’m looking for to lose that heaviness inside. Dorus likes to watch videos of the Indian mystic Sadhguru so this morning we looked up what Sadhguru says about mortality. This man always makes me smile, it’s his way […]

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It’s So Unfair.

Why is it that some of us have so much on their plates? Not in the sense of work or activities. No, I mean too much as in loss, pain and grief.

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A Different Christmas Coziness.

With our fifth Christmas on Ibiza I have discovered coziness has just a different meaning here. You see it in the Ibizan streets, the shops, the restaurants, the houses: the tacky white and blue lights are cold and red lights are flickering like you are at a fair ground. The Spanish residents don’t seem to bother as long as they’re eating and drinking with their families and friends.

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Game Over! Why I Play My Own Game Now.

Seeing us back then, I realize not any of us, including myself, had aspirations to make the world a better place or were supporting a cause beyond ourselves. We were so busy with our own lives and what we wanted for the future: well paid jobs, a nice house and a fat car, preferably with an attractive dude with a great sense of humor.

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