Seeing a woman on a bike, people at times get the image of a fearless human being who strides forward, head up high, eyes locked on the horizon, knowing exactly what she wants from life. Instead, within the helmet, sits a little girl, curious to the world around her. A girl with crazy ideals and…
After 4 fours of commuting going from the place where I was staying to my work in Paris and back again I was honestly frustrated with myself. Why didn’t I just book a place closer by my work? How did I ever think this would be a good idea? Then I opened my window and…
I am ready to write, ready to put thoughts onto paper and create a dance of words. Letters moving around with an inexplicable drive to become one. I used to write stories, now there is silence on paper while stories pile up in my mind. Motorbike adventures, beautiful places, a little boy reaching out to…
Saturday, six in the morning and I lie in bed wide awake. Some people may call this frustrating, but I love it. For me being able to get up early in the morning gives me the opportunity to watch the early morning sun with a cup of tea while the world around me is still…
Things have changed, that much I am sure of. To start with, it is a new year, but honestly, I don’t think that really makes a difference. In a few days time I went from a full-time biker to a daily commuter. An hour sitting on the train in the morning followed by sitting behind…
This morning I thought I saw a monkey sit on the lamppost. Sitting on the toilet I miss the gecko’s crawling on the walls, but I am damn happy there is no risk of finding cobras in my laundry basket or scorpions crossing through my bedroom! When these thoughts pop up in my head I…
Joy is not because of doing certain things, it’s because of the way you choose to do them. Do you hear the owl sing at night? Do you listen to the water while you take a shower? Do you enjoy the smell of fire burning in the fireplace? Something won’t make you happy if you…
Lost in a spiral of words, sentences splashed together and stories in despair. No beginning. No ending. Just words, ideas and feelings lingering around, waiting to set foot on paper or take part in the endless love affair of life. From nothing to something. From thin air into reality. From far away to a place…
Since we’re home I feel I am not completely the same. There’s this feeling, this little stress monkey inside of me, jumping about, on the one hand struggling with the uncertainty, on the other hand embracing the freedom it offers. Difficult decisions that will take time, but at the same time make me realize how…