Month: February 2017

the sky is crying

Look at the tears roll down the street – Elmore James (I had no idea it was Elmore’s – I still hear Stevie Ray) There is something about stormy weather I like. I particularly go wild like a crazy woman when there is thunder involved (storm without thunder is like cake without sugar). And there should be plenty of tears falling out of a very emotional sky (thunder without heavy rainfall is like softijs without a generous amount of spikkels). When that happens, I get this overwhelming urge to at least get half of my body outside (cause it can be dangerous), breathe in the sounds of relief and jump up and down. I remember an episode of thunderstorm some years ago when I was attending the most boring conference ever and experiencing the traumatic agony of restraining myself to not open the doors and windows and have a proper look at what was going on outside. s e t  m e  f r e e  *  s e t  m e  f r e …

time and things

Every year – when a new year starts with the sounds of the brightest shooting stars in the sky – I think about the things I have learned and done in the old year. There are always things that could have gone better, but luckily there are always things that went pretty well and that brought color to my days. After this evaluation, I think about the things I want to do in the new year. In my mind I make a list of things I really want to do and the things I somehow really need to learn. And it seems that the days are always too short and the weeks too full to decently tick off the items of these yearly bucket lists. Therefore, this time, I decided to make time. I am making time to make things. Frequently asked question: “So, what are you going to make?” Frequently given answer: “It is a big surprise. Very big.” (This is my way of saying that I don’t know either.) *eye-rolling* Currently, all tools …