secret

“At the center of this story there is a terrible secret, a kernel of cyanide, and the secret is that the story doesn’t matter, doesn’t make any difference, doesn’t figure. The snow still falls in the Sierra. The Pacific still trembles in its bowl. The great tectonic plates strain against each other while we sleep…

the party

Stress.. I have been invited to a party. My heartbeat is up. I feel excited and terrified at the same time. Who will be there? What should I wear? I don’t own fancy clothes any more after three years on an isolated mountain. Do I have to go? Do I want to go? Why do…

female solidarity

I’ve told you before about my girl crushes. After years of complaining (yes, I used to love complaining – niets menselijks is ons vreemd) that I could not find any female role models (which I even made a documentary about) over the last two years I have fallen from one crush into another. Meeting and discovering…

2015

Oh man, what a beautiful, crazy sad and crazy happy ride you were! Thank you! But above all I would like to thank ALL of you for sticking along with me during this journey. Let’s see what 2016 will bring!  

Quiet

It has been a little quiet here lately. Moving back and forth between Amsterdam and the mountains means moving through huge energy shifts. The silence and power of the mountain and the quick pace and turmoil of the city, I love them both, it makes life rich, but also hectic again I feel. On top…

goodbye to all that

Is the famous essay Joan Didion wrote when she traded NY for LA. I thought I would never leave the mountain, but after not even two years life is pulling me away. We are nomads, there will always be the feeling there is something else to explore. We will be spending a part of the year in France, but…