march’s

last day of march and i am going to italy. to perform and to see my parents. what a wonderful way to enter april…

wish you all a beautiful month to come. i hope we will find our way.

tea and coffee

 

i will keep bombarding you with ranunculus. putting my nose against those soft flowers is a little bit of heaven each time. they feel so good.

…wondering today why they build such ugly houses here? and how come coffee and tea is so comforting? and what will i be when i grow up? and when will they find a sustainable solution for this torn country? and what can we do to make the world a better place? and what will i eat for dinner? and when will i learn how to make fire? and why do i often dream of roller coasters and wild boars? and who are you out there? and what is this blogging all about? and where will i live next? and is taking pictures just a way of creating further attachment rather than letting go? and what will be a good joke for april-fools day?…

the city makes me lazy

 

i am awake for hours but still didn’t manage to take that final step out of bed, to buy milk, make some coffee and start this day. it shouldn’t be too difficult, should it?

weekend

 

friday-candy that arrived with the post from sweden, redcurrant lemonade that was imported from sweden and fresh garlic from the area. to keep the devil away.

that was friday. saturday was garlic soup and potato crisps and falling asleep while watching movies. that’s a brief summary of two days.

little miss granny

 

the other day a friend of mine told me i dress like a grandmother. and a few days later another one told me that being twenty nine, about to hit thirty, i am practically a soon-to-become-granny.

gee, i had no clue it was that easy! i always thought that i had to get kids who would get their own kids and only then would i be classified a granny. no, i was all wrong, apparently it is enough to wear knitted sweaters, being at the end of your twenties and having a small/big obsession for all those granny-details. good to know.

p.s picture nr 1 and 3 are typical granny-details, found in a home of a real granny. picture nr 2 is from my sisters kitchen, a collection of textiles, plenty of them made by our granny.

a year

 

has passed since you left. and i still haven’t grasped that you are gone and the thought of you still makes me cry. proost op je mooie vrouw!

tune

         

i wanted to tell you about my experience in the desert. staying a few days in a very special community. waking up at five twenty every morning. silence and tea.baking bread for more than 90 people. working in the fruit factory. extracting pollen from the flowers of the date tree, to later pollinate them with. celebrating purim. creating a costume.(i got dressed up as a lady bug) swimming with frogs. looking for hyenas and drinking lassi. having intimate conversations. caressing new born baby goats. meeting people. but i don’t know where to start. so i am just listing a few practical easy accessible things that happened. beyond that, it was such a mind&heart-blowing experience. another frequency. that i simply can’t explain it in written word.

desert bubble

i am in the desert. in a very interesting oasis. i will tell you later.
right now it is hard to find time and connection to the internet.
but i will be back.
hope you are all well.
kisses and love

february’s

 

somewhat late *for what?*, a little summary of month february from the past three years. february is my month. so very different in this part of the world, green and lush with lots of flowers. winter and spring in a perfect blend. this years february was oh so emotional, but then again, so where many other months and many to come. now i am 29. that feels good somehow. just like any other shoe-size. just the way it is.

death was everywhere

perhaps not very uplifting. but it depends on how you take it. these days, with tsunamis and stabbing and a world going completely mad, we better find that light, warm spot within.

baking mania

peanut butter chocolate cake*apple,cardamom and white chocolate muffins*orange coconut cake*

all in the span of two days. do you call that obsessive?

feed me green

      

perhaps this is as close to perfection as it gets. it almost makes you feel like decomposing instantly to become one with it. instead of a forest elf, i would be a little mushroom on a tree trunk. and time would be timeless and i would watch night turning into day, winter into spring. each story would have a natural ending.

friday epiphany

 

boiling rags on the stove and thinking of that orange coconut cake i want to bake and deciding i will be a good friend to myself today. and maybe tomorrow aswell. shouldn’t have to be too hard, no? i spent all night in long discussions and afterwards it seemed like a fuse popped and my light-bulb stopped shining. how many swedes does it take to change a light bulb? let’s hope one will be enough.

p.s i am happy to tell you that disgusting rags start smelling like fresh waffles after a bubble bath with baking powder!