donderdag 20 maart 2008

Lucho

Luis, what a man! He s as sweet as honey can be, that s how he seemed to be to me.
Let s hope Sagar and I won t need his help anymore next winter, but if we do, let us meet the plant spirits, which I d really love to meet in this life time, and be capable to see and fight our demons...
Luis is the man I ll go to for a healing, my mind is made up.Definitely!

Never ever fly AIrcomet

Lo mas barrato sale lo mas caro
The cheapest ends up being the most expensive!
One good advise: Never ever fly Aircomet!

Belgium

Do not stand at my grave and wheep.
I am not here, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's gift on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you wake in the morning, 'hush'
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am here, I did not die

Vava Thiers passed away while I was in Peru
he loved the rhododendrons and so much more...

Poncha The square dog (airdale terrier)


and Sarati ( a peruvian dog of inka times, without hair, a bit of a punk)and Perdi (a dalmatian), all of them lucky enough to be wandering down Miraflores'Parks with their babysit...Unfortunately, the business of dogwalking hasn t taken off in Belgium yet and people aren t ready to spend a few box on the care of their pets while they are not there for them to pamper them. In Miraflores, it s another reality...A lot of dogs are taken on daily walks by specialised dogwalkers, whom make more money being a dogwalker than let s say being an electrician!
I would love to spend my working hours in their company, in dogs company...
So if anyone out there needs a dogsitter and dogwalker, I am there to be readily available!

zaterdag 1 maart 2008

Lima after Iquitos

It seems so quiet, the cars make no noise at all
Strange how one gets used to silence, when I first arrived, I thought Lima was noisy, now it seems peaceful, but I am in Miraflores, so...
I am moving into my little room again, what a heaven, thanks Patanjali, Kundalini and I don t know who, oh yes God, life,plants, trees, whatever the name of the energy surrounding us is...
I love the ocean, vast and endless, I don t feel so confined as I do inside a country
I feel like there s a possible escape because I can see it
and I love the selva too and the mountains, the desert, but I definitely love the air I breathe at the oceanside.
In the end it all comes to this
I profoundly adore and love Nature, its magic seems surprising me, and its uncomplicatedness and happy just being there is something I would like to feel in this life
Despite the fact that healthreasons kept me a little astray from it, a deep rooted admiration has founded itself even more. I feel scared to go back to Belgium, now that I found myself so close to its spirit, back to a country that seems so grey.It will be a challenge to encounter the spirit of Nature in the parks created by humans and in the little bit of nature we have left.
Everything seems so superficial to me: a melancholic longing to spend my life surrounded by my love is growing. But in Belgium I ll have my other love of my life to nurture me... That makes me going back...
We might end up in Nepal, or in the jungle.