Search

Rebel by Cause | Warrior by Choice

Tag

Beautiful

I wish we could love

“I see you. You are beautiful. To me. For me. You are everything that should be seen by this world full of make believe. You are real. You are loved. You are safe.”

What’s to come (A Pirate’s preview)

I wonder why I feel the need to write and bother you all (y'all, for my "other" friends) with my posts. But here I am still typing and pushing my words on all these social media outlets while smiling in... Continue Reading →

Rebuilding my world

Last Sunday I had an epiphany. I walked for more than an hour for the first time (do you know how much things you can think about in that time frame?). It wasn't just a walk though. It was supposed... Continue Reading →

Change your personal settings

It's already been a week since I stood in front of a group of teens. Correction, 3 groups of +/- 60 teens. In this last week I barely had the time to reflect what that day meant. I'm on a... Continue Reading →

Forever my “Wicked Games”

Zanzibar, Curacao. A Saturday night many, many moons ago... She looked at me. She listened. She whispered. She smiled. That smile. That huge beautiful smile. That brief touch. Surrounded by friends, yet we stood there as if we were alone.... Continue Reading →

Dushi ku bo ta

Dushi ku bo ta pretu bo kabei pretu bo wowo. Dushi ku bo ta den mi brasa bo por deskansa. Dushi ku bo ta ku tur bo amor mi rason pa biba Den bo brasa, mi ke landa... Den bo... Continue Reading →

The whispers of a nutcase

Have you heard the words every time she comes by the whispers of a nutcase with a heart full of nothing and a nothing full of heart Like an occupation I long for the magic letting the words divide leave... Continue Reading →

For she is my Wasabi Power

She is beautiful. She is wild. She is calm. She is wise. She is strength. She is Wasabi! She is Jennifer and I love her for all that she is and she is always too much and never enough. She... Continue Reading →

To the women surrounding me

When I read about feminism or emancipation of women, races or gender inequality I wonder if I'm reading an article from the 60's or 70's. Growing up in the 80's (I'm from 1976) in the Netherlands with a single mother... Continue Reading →

WordPress.com.

Up ↑