Breakfast

I was invited to breakfast with Donald and his girlfriend, Mariella. I had never met her, so I was curious to see who she was and feel her energy. But first, we headed up a small mountain in the early morning—then a shower, then lunch.

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Relaxxx

Relaxing

Not to be too serious for a moment: it’s actually quite nice here. Waking up slowly, rolling out of bed, and realizing you don’t need to turn on the heating because it’s already 25°C. That’s a pretty good feeling.

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Kundalini

Yes, I admit, I carry a secret within me. I hesitate to speak about it because it will almost certainly be misunderstood; nonetheless, I think I will have to bear the ache of not being understood.

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Imagine

If You Want Peace, Prepare for… Peace?

I originally wanted to write about nature—about the quiet, ancient beauty of caves. But then I saw a line in the news that stopped me cold: “If you want peace, you must prepare for war.“(Old Roman saying)

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Ouch, Painfull!!

Arrival

When I arrived at the airport in Curaçao on April 8th, Donald came to pick me up. He brought me to his house where I could stay for the month that I am here. I am thankful for that.

But once we arrived at his house he said: “So, here is soap and shampoo, there is the shower and give me your shirts, you stink.”

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AI

Collective Knowledge

Look at a flock of birds.
They all turn in one direction at once. There is no leader who blows a whistle, causing the other birds to think: “OMG, we have to turn.”

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A Beach Hike

I just thought: let’s go to a random place. I picked Soto, a small village in Curaçao.
I caught the bus and got out. Hot… pffft.

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What to Write?

What to write is not so difficult. But how authentic, or how much will I withhold? I read the boek from Tamara Valkenier.


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Dear Diary

Every scar is a sentence I can read
Every silence echoes what I need
I kept running, but the past ran fast
Building walls from memories that last

Dear Diary, tonight I choose to fight
I’ll turn my wounds into my light

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