tie your horses and don’t expect anything because you never know in life. if last week it was a matter of which dress to wear then this week we are back inside our coats fighting with umbrellas ‘made in china’ that are surrendering to the wind. and on 800 meters above sea level we might even have some snow falling down on us. i say bring it on. trying to learn to embrace whatever comes falling in life.
i got a phone call from this little neighbor of mine today. it went a bit like this:
‘sara, where are you? why are you there? what are you doing? when are you coming back? i am eating and it was raz’s birthday and where are you? why are you there? what are you doing? kissbye’
short and concise. no bullshit. just a lot of sweetness.
there’s nothing like old school snail-mails. especially these days when we can communicate with such incredible speed. take time, slow down, write a letter. every single person that walked into the house paid attention to these two envelopes and said something along the lines of ‘i wish i would also receive letters like these’. (to which i respond: if you write some, you might get some)
i could make a portfolio with all his pictures. this handsome dog… pretty talented at posing when nothing else disturbs him. he makes me truly happy this dog. and funny enough, he’s probably not even aware of it.
wish you all a peaceful weekend!
i had cake(pistachio and red berries♥) and a movie for breakfast, waking up with the sun even though i only had a few hours of sleep. life is a little bit like a vacuum right now, wondering when and where the next turn will take place. the pressure from before the premiere is temporarily gone and all of a sudden there is space for all the rest which hasn’t been prioritized lately. my room is a mess but i manage to ignore the dust bunnies and the piles of unorganized stuff because i am mesmerized by the beautiful flowers instead.
it is already the 2nd of march and i have had two performances (my body still high from the adrenalin), a walk in sandals, a sunburned nose, an excursion to the market and a long conversation with a wonderful friend who reminded me of that everything is/will be fine after all. oh, i am so lucky to have wise and beautiful people around me!
new month. new song. a little bit melancholic, just like radiohead ‘should’ be.
life is a plethora of grey scales. a rainbow of different grey’s. i just can’t seem to fit into either or, but find myself being a little bit of everything. how about you?
we are having a premiere! for those of you who are around here, if you want to join our journey we are performing in suzan dallal on the 28th of february and on the 1st,15th and 16th of march, at 21.00
sometimes a little bit of escapism will do good.
"The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I've known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone."
-shel silverstein
i didn’t have the heart to throw them yet. so beautiful, even when they are dead.
today it is only me and the beast (plus the herd). soft air and slow walks.
my breakfast became dinner, which consisted of a cheese sandwich and some dutch licorice. it took me a long time to get going.
‘play the game, endanger your work, don’t be the protagonist’.
want to join my pajama party?
i don’t want to leave. i could stay here (but on vacation) for a while. now, i need plenty of sleep to begin with. there is a slight possibility that i was the one who fell asleep on stage during rehearsal. but i am not sure…
a little lullaby. i wish for soothing dreams.
starting the week on a monday makes sense to my european genes.
not having a proper weekend makes no sense.
pushing yourself to your limit rather then resting on that not proper weekend has nothing to do with making sense or not.
time and life is so dense that i hardly have time to visit here, but i will be back. stay strong and warm. love&hugs.
….i stay awake all night doing this and that and wake up like a zombie, glued to bed every morning? now i am sitting here like a ragdoll with my cup of tea in front of the computer, trying to fill my veins with music and hoping that this will start up the engine. and if not, how will i manage two more days of quarantine in the theater?
keep your whiskers high out there. this makes me a little bit warmer this morning. love&kiss.
there’s no much time for taking photos when you spend an average of ten hours a day inside a theater. talk about living in a bubble. luckily there are smaller and bigger things bursting that bubble inbetween. and holland is still familiarly sweet. hope you are all well. enjoying your bubbles.
greetings from the lowlands. i forgot so many details. the grey sky which remains grey all day long. the quiet streets on monday mornings. all those jars of different spreads and a huge feast of sandwiches for lunch. little nuances in the language.
a little stroll down memory lane. good to be here. kisses. and a little bit of low from the lowlands.
however, sometimes it is fun pretending to be someone else. actually rather painful when i think of it. whoever thought of the idea of walking in those? a little bit of torture, i would say.
and to quote janes addiction, there is no wrong and right, only pleasure and pain. is that so?
today was the last day in the studio until sometime next month. the birds have been released from the golden cage. and those same birds are flying to the netherlands on sunday (brining with them the cow and the zebra, of course)
anyhow, it always feels good to break the routine and have a reality change. but first of all, W.E.E.K.E.N.D!
if you paint your entire house like a blackboard you can leave little more or less cryptic messages for yourself and your guests. i visited a friend in her atelier. and this is what i found. some of it.
tonight i am having beer and chocolate for dinner. i think that is legitimate when you’ve spent 7 hours rehearsing and 4 hours teaching after that. cheers and goodnight.
