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| Brieven aan Doornroosje - Toon Tellegen - 31 december |
vrijdag 28 december 2012
encore un pas...
Ce qui sauve, c'est de faire un pas.
Encore un pas.
C'est toujours le même pas que l'on recommence...
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Terre des hommes
woensdag 26 december 2012
maandag 24 december 2012
my favorite things
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things...
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things...
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
zààaaaalige kerstdagen !!!
zondag 23 december 2012
zaterdag 22 december 2012
vrijdag 21 december 2012
woensdag 19 december 2012
zondag 16 december 2012
in vain...
In vain have I struggled. It will not do.
My feelings will not be repressed.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Jane Austen
The author of Pride and Prejudice was born on this day in 1775.
zaterdag 15 december 2012
perhaps...
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses
who are only waiting to see us act, just once,
with beauty and courage.
Perhaps everything that frightens us is,
in its deepest essence,
something helpless that wants our love.
something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke
woensdag 12 december 2012
The Language of Letting Go
Stop trying so hard to make it happen.
Stop doing so much, if doing so much is wearing you out or not achieving the desired results.
Stop thinking so much and so hard about it. Stop worrying so about it.
Stop trying to force, to manipulate, to coerce, or to make it happen.
Making things happen is controlling. We can take positive action to help things happen.
We can do our part. But many of us do much more than our part.
We overstep the boundaries from caring and doing our part into controlling, caretaking and coercing.
Controlling is self-defeating. It doesn't work.
By over-extending ourselves to make something happen, we may actually be stopping it from happening.
Do your part in relaxed, peaceful harmony.
Then let it go.
Just let it go.
Force yourself to let it go, if necessary. "Act as if."
Put as much energy into letting go as you have into trying to control. You'll get much better results.
It may not happen. It may not happen the way we wanted it to and hoped it would.
But our controlling wouldn't have made it happen either.
Learn to let things happen because that's what they'll do anyway.
And while we're waiting to see what happens, we'll be happier and so will those around us.
Taken from "The Language of Letting Go" by Melody Beattie
maandag 10 december 2012
Sorrow is how we learn to love...
Sorrow is how we learn to love.
Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger.
The larger it gets, the more love it holds.
Rita Mae Brown
zondag 9 december 2012
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donderdag 6 december 2012
dinsdag 4 december 2012
zondag 2 december 2012
nacht
Nacht
Soms, als ik sluimerloos de maanden,
De jaren tel, die ik op haar wacht,
Hoor ik veel verre, doffe stemmen,
Die tot mij komen door de nacht.
Dan meen ik vaak haar naam te horen.
Ik luister,- ging een geest voorbij,
Die honend lachte om mijn verlangen?
Sprak mijn bedrogen hart tot mij?
J. H. Leopold
Uit 'Vroege gedichten'
woensdag 28 november 2012
zondag 25 november 2012
zaterdag 24 november 2012
ik heb jou.
Ik ben alleen, zegt de een.
Nee, ik ben alleen, zegt de ander,
jij hebt mij.
Ik jou?? zegt de een
en draait zich, als door de bliksem getroffen, om,
kijkt in het rond,
knielt op de grond,
port met een stok
onder divans en kasten,
zoekt de ander,
roept de ander,
en denkt tenslotte,
in het klamme donker,
met zijn rug tegen de muur:
het is waar, ik heb jou.
Toon Tellegen
Nee, ik ben alleen, zegt de ander,
jij hebt mij.
Ik jou?? zegt de een
en draait zich, als door de bliksem getroffen, om,
kijkt in het rond,
knielt op de grond,
port met een stok
onder divans en kasten,
zoekt de ander,
roept de ander,
en denkt tenslotte,
in het klamme donker,
met zijn rug tegen de muur:
het is waar, ik heb jou.
Toon Tellegen
donderdag 15 november 2012
woensdag 14 november 2012
vrijdag 9 november 2012
woensdag 7 november 2012
maandag 5 november 2012
zondag 4 november 2012
vrijdag 2 november 2012
Do not go gentle...
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas - Do not go gentle into that good night
woensdag 31 oktober 2012
maandag 29 oktober 2012
vrijdag 26 oktober 2012
woensdag 24 oktober 2012
maandag 22 oktober 2012
zondag 21 oktober 2012
zaterdag 20 oktober 2012
donderdag 18 oktober 2012
non-attachment
"When we try to conceive of what it means to overcome our attachments, we imagine cold indifference, dispassionate stoicism, and cruel and unfeeling isolation.
That is never the outcome of overcoming attachments. That is never the outcome of accepting how things go. That is never the outcome of accepting people as they are.
The outcome of acceptance, non-attachment, is pure and undefiled love. The love that is compassion: eternal and selfless."
K M Miller
dinsdag 16 oktober 2012
maandag 15 oktober 2012
zaterdag 13 oktober 2012
donderdag 11 oktober 2012
he's not the same man
"No man ever steps in the same river twice,
for it's not the same river
and he's not the same man."
Heraclitus
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