The Storytelling Girl

I wish

2009-11-11T11:13:00.000-08:00

via here.

I wish I would look at the stars more often. It would remind me of the things I love, believe and cherish. It would calm me down.

Ik was een jaar of zes, acht misschien. Mijn vader en ik gingen 's avonds laat naar de sterrenwacht, ergens op het platteland. Om sterren te kijken natuurlijk, maar eerst woonden we een lezing bij. Het ging over de vraag of er leven was in het heelal. Uiteraard, zo luidde de stelling, want stel je eens het volgende voor: er zijn net zoveel planeten als er zand is op aarde. Er is veel zand. Dus waarom zou er niet op een van die zandkorrels leven zijn?

In de pauze zijn we er tussen uit geglipt. We kwamen aan bij de koepel in het weiland. Binnen stonden twee mannen, wachtend op de groep die later zou komen. Of wij alvast even mochten kijken. Natuurlijk, dat kon. Een van de mannen vroeg aan mijn vader of ik een oogafwijking had. Ik snapte de vraag niet, mijn vader zei nee. De bril zou later komen. We hadden geluk die avond. Het was helder, de maan was verstopt maar zou later te voorschijn komen. Ik keek door de reusachtige telescoop. Nog nooit heb ik zoveel sterren bij elkaar gezien. Zo veel lichtpuntjes aan de hemel die daar gewoon hingen. Zo stil. Zo kalm. Alsof ze daar altijd al gestaan hadden en nooit weg zouden gaan. Ook zag ik jupiter, die grote zware planeet van gas. Oranje, wit kleurig. En die kleuren waren duidelijk te zien. Jupiter heeft ringen, als ik het me goed herinner. En manen. Die avond zagen we er vier. Twee aan iedere kant van de planeet, keurig in lijn met elkaar. Onbedoelde perfectie.

Het was koud. Mijn warme adem werd wit in de winternacht. Mijn vader, met zijn boten van schoenen, gleed uit over het trapje toen hij naar buiten liep. Opeens lag hij op de trap, gekke papa. We hadden ook een gekke auto. Zo'n oude toyota carina. En toen we terugreden waren de ruiten beslagen. Aan de onderkant van het raam werd de weg het eerst zichtbaar en dus reed mijn gekke vader mijn zijn hoofd schuin en laag.

Ik denk wel eens terug aan die avond.

Believe.

2009-09-20T04:09:00.000-07:00

Love (noun)

2009-09-20T04:08:00.001-07:00

Street lanterns

2009-09-10T11:53:00.000-07:00

Do you ever go out for an evening walk?

Tall trees.

2009-09-07T11:27:00.001-07:00

Enjoy life.

2009-09-06T11:44:00.001-07:00

Isn't it important to enjoy every minute of every day?

to put freshly picked strawberries in your yogurt.

corn, omelet and home made bread

to watch the clouds

to put simple food on a beautiful plate

and again, watching the clouds

to open the window before going to bed, and breathe in the cold evening air.

White horses

2009-09-02T10:41:00.000-07:00

photo found via http://papertissue.tumblr.com/

2009-08-31T11:01:00.000-07:00

Today was my first day at University again. I'm in my 3rd year now, and I forgot how tiring it was! But I enjoyed my day (I love studying), and now I will enjoy my evening...

all photos were made by me :)

What is your favorite way of relaxing after a long day?

Red in Autumn

2009-08-30T02:53:00.000-07:00

I has already been a week since my last post! The reason is that I spent some days at the beach. I slept on the beach watching the stars, I jumped around, swam in ice cold water, jumped around and played. And when I came back I noticed a change. It is colder then before, the sky is grey, trees are dropping their leaves...I think Summer is almost over now. Such a shame...but then again: with Autumn comes color. And with color comes joy....

Spent some time thinking about this blog too. And I came to the conclusion that I want this blog to be like a treasurecase. It must be a collection of pictures, words and music. A collection of beauty...

Credits go to: all images found via http://artpixie.tumblr.com/ & here.

What do you think about this song? I found it via one of my favourite blogs (written in Dutch)

Autumn

I love the fitful gust that shakes

The casement all the day,

And from the glossy elm tree takes

The faded leaves away,

Twirling them by the window pane

With thousand others down the lane.

I love to see the shaking twig

Dance till shut of eve,

The sparrow on the cottage rig,

Whose chirp would make believe

That Spring was just now flirting by

In Summer's lap with flowers to lie.

I love to see the cottage smoke

Curl upwards through the trees;

The pigeons nestled round the cote

On November days like these;

The cock upon the dunghill crowing,

The mill sails on the heath a-going.

-John Clare-

What do you like most about the Fall season?

The magic whistle

2009-08-23T05:39:00.000-07:00

On my little magic whistle I will play to you all day;
I will play you songs of Summer and the hilltops far away;
I will play you songs of Spring-time when the daffodillies bloom
And the wild March horses scamper by across the golden broom.

I will play you sweetest music of the silver fluttering trees,
When the raindrops gently falling touch the quivering autumn leaves;
I will play to you of castles 'neath a fairy sky of blue;
On my little magic whistle, oh! I'd play it all to you.

-Margaret Rose -

Do you believe in magic?

I do when I see these lovely images. There is so much beauty in the world!

(photos by alice B. via here)

(photo via http://papertissue.tumblr.com/)

And what about these horses. Don't they look like the embodiment of freedom? What is your magic whistle? What makes you believe in magic?

(photo by memothek via here)

Dry, Italian red wine

2009-08-21T11:29:00.000-07:00

Although summer is almost over,
my heart still beats for more.
More of the art of living.
More, I want more.

Running in pristine fields of flowers,
keep dancing with butterflies on the purple smell of lavender,
and long cold baths on summer nights.

Here....wine red roses....I picked them just for you....

Credits go to (collage):

bathroom , roses , lavender & flowers

words in collage again from The bridges of Madison County, by Robert James Waller.

A book of endings

2009-08-20T10:09:00.001-07:00

"Sunlight angled down and caught the right side of his face, caught the long gray hair parted in the middle and brushed back along the top and sides. The sea wind came and blew his hair, and he reached to push it back from his face, pulled an orange suspender higher on his shoulder, adjusted the leather Swiss Army knife case on his belt. The sun passed behind a cloud, and he fell into shadow for a few seconds before sunlight again came on him."

Credits go to:
photos found via http://restartmyheart.tumblr.com/ , http://artpixie.tumblr.com/ and http://papertissue.tumblr.com/.

Made by http://www.flickr.com/photos/pandams/, http://bighugelabs.com/onblack.php?id=3820772395&size=large and others.

Words are from A thousand country roads, by Robert James Waller

8. a night in Paris

2009-08-19T04:54:00.000-07:00

"Can I ask you something?" I said to The Boyfriend.

He turned scared. What was it I so desperately needed to know...

"Will you take me to The City of Love?"

So he did. We went to Paris.

And we found deep, pure Love.

Paris, May 2009

7. the secret garden

2009-08-16T12:28:00.000-07:00

I sat down, seeking for a place to get away from it all.

"It's alright, no need to worry anymore" the flowers giggled.

Moral illumination

2009-08-13T11:21:00.000-07:00

Credits go to (from upper left to bottom right):
http://artpixie.tumblr.com/ & here
here
http://artpixie.tumblr.com/
http://suzywire.tumblr.com/ & here
http://suzywire.tumblr.com/
http://artpixie.tumblr.com/

And the beautiful, true words are found via http://www.georgiegirlnyc.com/

6. fireworks

2009-08-11T12:37:00.000-07:00

The magic of fireworks is not the fireworks itself. Yes, we like these big explosions in every colour of the rainbow. However, there is more to it than that. It is about the magical moments that seem to go with the explosions.

About a month ago I was in Cassis, a little village in the south of France. It was July 14, which is a national day of celebration. The Boyfriend and I went to the village and we sat down at the little harbour. It was around ten o'clock. Suddenly all the lights in the village were switched off. Complete darkness surrounded us, a crowd of people.

Then the fireworks began. And at that very moment, we were no longer individuals. We became a group of humans, holding our breathe simultaneously.

(and pstt...afterwards there was music, that explains the last photo)

5. on the road

2009-08-10T07:48:00.000-07:00

July 2009. Two weeks. Three Countries. Final destination: France. Just The Boyfriend and me, taking a roadtrip. Not bad, not bad at all.

Ever-fixed marks

2009-08-10T03:12:00.000-07:00

Credits go to (from top to bottom):
http://artpixie.tumblr.com/ en here
http://itsmarx.tumblr.com/ en here
http://kario.tumblr.com/
http://ohglam.tumblr.com/
here

Words are from Shakespeare

Country roads

2009-08-09T07:49:00.000-07:00

My first collage...

Credits go to:
photo of the girl: http://kario.tumblr.com/
photo of the books: http://iamblessed.tumblr.com/ & the maker
photo of the bicycle: http://iamblessed.tumblr.com/ & the maker
photo of the Chinese lanterns : http://oakydoky.tumblr.com/
photo of the abricots: http://papertissue.tumblr.com/
photo of the girl/camera: http://itsmarx.tumblr.com & the maker

Words are from the wonderful book "The bridges of Madison County", written by Robert James Waller.
Collage is made by me.

4. My balloon

2009-08-09T01:12:00.000-07:00

There was a time I could love balloons because I was young. Now I can love them because I am me.

3. that's just my cup of tea

2009-08-08T09:59:00.000-07:00

After a stressfull day, I normally go to bed completely worn-out. But yesterday I decided to do something different. Before I went to bed I made myself a nice hot cup of tea, and I went outside to our terrace. Just to be alone, to calm down and relax a bit. It was lovely outside. The wind was blowing, kissing me and taking my sorrows away. It did me good. And I should do it more often. I really should.

(sorry for the blurry photos, I am still trying to figure out how this HTML-thing works)

2. starry nights

2009-08-05T04:13:00.000-07:00

There were so many stars when I looked at the evening sky. And although The Boyfriend wasn't actually there to say it to, I just said "I love you" and trusted the stars to whisper it to him. That evening I slept out in the open air. It was a nice summer night, and it had cooled down. I put my mattress in the garden, put a mosquito net above me and I slept. I slept like a baby, feeling safe, feeling protected by these light bulbs in the air. And when I woke up in the morning, a new summer day had begun.

1. cleaning up the past

2009-08-03T10:43:00.000-07:00

'What's wrong sweetheart?', The Boyfriend whispered softly.

'There's so much stuff in here. I can't breathe anymore.' I didn't dare looking around to see the mess surrounding me. And it was not just there to SEE. I had so many more stuff hidden in my closet, invisible to see for the untrained eye. But I knew it was there. I knew and I could feel it choking me.

'Look at me', he said and he tilted my chin so that my eyes could meet his. 'You can handle this, you know that.'

So I did.

I threw away a lot of things, mostly paperwork from highschool. Unimportant stuff. I created an even greater mess during the process, but now I feel relieved. I can breathe again.

The storytelling girl

2009-08-02T05:14:00.001-07:00

(via http://killyourdarlings.tumblr.com/ )

Do you ever wonder what makes life worth living?