The Way Is The Goal

Year: 2008 (Page 5 of 5)

Space for Movement

So much movement in so little time, it is like when sun and rain team up and show light in all colors. Slowly it builds up and bang it is there, right here, and I am in the midst of things, holding it in my own hands, realising it, fulfilling it.

A new job and at the same time a renovated house. Suddenly the base I had been working on is here, under my feet, above my head, it surrounds me, it carries me. No more nonsense, suddenly I have a house and a job, both with permanent contracts. And it doesn’t even frighten me.

Lots of work still needs to be done, but there is time and space to turn it into more than just a fulfillment of a promise; it is more than a dream that finally becomes true and a planning that becomes real. It is a space that opens up. A space for even more movement, that carries, facilitates and enables.

So much movement in so little time, it is like when sun and rain team up and show light in all colors. Slowly it builds up and bang it is there, right here, and I am in the midst of things, holding it in my own hands, realising it, fulfilling it.

A new job and at the same time a renovated house. Suddenly the base I had been working on is here, under my feet, above my head, it surrounds me, it carries me. No more nonsense, suddenly I have a house and a job, both with permanent contracts. And it doesn’t even frighten me.

Lots of work still needs to be done, but there is time and space to turn it into more than just a fulfillment of a promise; it is more than a dream that finally becomes true and a planning that becomes real. It is a space that opens up. A space for even more movement, that carries, facilitates and enables.

Not Enough Rust

Waking up…
upset stomach…
alcohol in blood…
4 am.

My first working day,
my value is added,
and my belly hurts.

Almost
lost a job
once
because of adding too much value
at the bar

Please
fall back asleep
let’s remain one piece
enjoy
sun
and beach!

8 am.
A bug in my ear.
I hit.
The alarm-clock.

Brushed my teeth
but no help against the buzz.
Not here.

Sun comes up,
rays of light.
Solutions
through sounds of waves.
Revenue
through excitement.

Can we have one meeting …
managing the journey?

A break.
And coffee helps.
Waves come in
go out,
light arises.

And the sun
on my Mediterranean balcony
warms me up.

My new job,
the first in 13 months,
brought me to Malaga and Munich
already.

Yet to come:
Boston,
Paris,
London.

My towel is with me.
I
love
it.

Happy Rain

Rain. We have that a lot in Amsterdam. Recently winters haven’t been that cold as they used to be. Instead, there is just rain.

So it rained for the past days. Also during the weekend. But it didn’t seem to effect life negatively. I noticed almost everyone smiling, as I was walking in the rain to the Albert Cuyp market.

In “So long and thanks for all the fish” Rain-man is accompanied by rain. All the time. So he had described 231 different types of rain in his little notebook. (“And he didn’t like any of them…”).

During my twenty minute walk I went through types 47 to 51, “vertical light drizzle through to sharply slanting light to moderate drizzle freshening”. I only got wet a little.

I sang most of the time and many other people I could also hear singing or simply whistling. Rain, an underestimated source of cheerfulness?

“The clouds want to be near him, to love him, to water him”, Douglas Adams writes about Rain-man.

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