Snow Owl Dream

A snow owl visited me in my dream a couple of nights ago
I was sitting on a branch of a beautiful high tree, with a snow owl, as white as can be, next to me...All of a sudden a bigger owl, maybe even the Grand Duc,stopped by. He had a rope tightened between his paws for me to sit on, so I did, and then we flew ...Until the owl asked me where I wanted to go, and I replied I had no idea... So we flew for a while, over the valleys and the grass meadows...
over the rivers and the endless seas...
The he decided to bring me back to the snow owl, to that same place, to sit there for a while between them, until ...

Nepali heights

In the mountains of Nepal I found a piece of freedom.

Life as a snowleopard

I want to go and live in the Himalayas, or at least close to them, to be able to breath the air of fresh fallen snow, to explore the depth of my soul, to live like a snowleopard, warming myself with my own tail, and listen to the eternal silence, the songs of the wind and the voices calling the yacks back to their herd...
Wouldn t it be nice, to leave behind for a good while, maybe forever, the insessable yearning of achievement, of a mind that has gotten too busy in Western society?
Just to find this inner wealth, strength and sensibility that animates every man?
S I L E N C E, shhhhhh

Flying ship

I ll just take my flying ship and see where it shall drop me, as I dreamt last night, and it dropped me in Rapa Nui, which of course fellt heaven to me
It was like a wooden self-built arch of Noah!The owners who took me for a ride had spent 50 years building it!The wood shone in the skies as we flew across the Pacfic ocean.
BUTIFUL!

But then I was in relationship with this girl, and she carried a baby in her tummy, and I wasn t sure I d want to follow her back away from Rapa Nui, where I felt at home, though Ra'u had grown older and fatter, but what did I care, I wasn t looking for love of any kind, just for my island soul....
Lucky I still have my dreams...

I went to c Philip Aguirrre s exhibition in the Middelheim, and I must say that I love his work from around 1995, really waow, and his recently fallen dictator (Leopold II). And the lightbox with the slippers he recollected from the beach in the Senegalese landscape, forming a road to?
The rest didn't inspire me so much, oh but the watercarrier was georgeous!
like George! Hehehe
and Jeanine of course....

Life in Belgium

Rain rain rain, and my bath tub is gonna run over, and love is tough, and I dunno...

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!