Frida has been with me lately. Wherever I go, she welcomes me. As a book of her letters to Diego Rivera, as a kitchen towel with her self-portrait print, as a key pendant with her eyebrows, as her watermelon painting hung on the kitchen wall of my friend’s apartment, as a picture on a pedestrian’s cotton bag, as a print on the mug behind a store’s vitrage, and now also on my Couchsurfing host’s fridge magnet in Batumi. She is everywhere. She is there for me. She stepped forward as an answer to my call for friendship with the Goddess Ishtar.
Continue reading “Viva La Vida, Belly Aches, and the Need for Love”Ancestral Jam Sessions
This time I want to share with you musical fragments of ancestral jam sessions that I was gifted to hold with my now dear friends Sieger Baljon and Arnoud Rigter. Thanks to their beautiful souls, and thanks to our ancestors for bringing us together!
Enjoy the sounds!
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The Power of Prayer
I was standing today on a French countryside highway, with a cold nose, wet feet, and sore shoulders, holding a carton in my hand stating “Rennes”. I was disheartened from the presumably two hundredth rejection during three hours attempt to find a lift.
Continue reading “The Power of Prayer”Letting go of the old
Why is it so hard to leave the old behind, even when we know, that we are leaving for the better? Even when we know that the path that’s calling us, is the one that we’ve been praying for all along. At last, the prayers have been heard, and here it is, just around the corner, now it is time to embark on it and step beyond that corner, knowing that the path behind will vanish just like sand hills in a wind.
Continue reading “Letting go of the old”Farewells. Leaving Hanover and Baukasten
After having been stranded in Hanover for six months now, I’m hitting the road again. Saying my farewells to Baukasten – the respectably shabby house that sheltered me. May the sharing of my tiny adventures here count as a gesture of gratitude.
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