The garden in October
Hope
I rewrote this post twice now. Not sure what to say.
I do hope i can fix my life. It is a bit of a mess. I don’t worry that much about it. Maybe i should do that more. I honestly do not know the right answer to that.
Stand straight Ellen! Keep walking on!
Incredibly beautiful and terribly ugly
The street, the buildings, the houses, the shops, the garbage bags, the benches, the cars, the bicycles, the signs, the stones, the sidewalks, the flowers, the green, the plants, the little grass areas, the sitting areas, the do not walk closer than 1,5 meter signs, the people, the people, the people, the shops, the grey, the blues, the reds, the whites, the blacks, the bags, the junk, the sky, the clouds, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the air, the wind, the wind, the wind, the water, the fountains, the squares, the traffic, the noise, the children, the man standing on the sidewalk staring down at this phone, the grey, the straight lines, the little plants peeping up, the man, the women, the boys, the girls, the little children, the people, the people, the people.
twee oren om te horen
twee ogen om te zien
twee handen in het lege
en verre vingers tien
Source: Polonaise – Paul van Ostayen
Kut Geld
Source: DuckDuckGo
House With Garden
Autumn in the garden
Older
I am getting older.
Of course everybody is getting older. It is a fact of life. Time flows in one direction only. Going forward, all the time. I know i am approaching the end of the plateau phase of life. The phase in which nothing much seems to change.
I try to look good. As good as possible. Within the limitations i set for myself. Hardly any make-up. No botox. No cosmetic operations. No fillers. But yes, i do use the Ordinary serums. I do want to use a retinoid soon. I do try to loose a bit more weight. I do think i look alright. For being 56 years old.
But it is not the most important thing in the world. I know that. Your smile, the way you look at people, your openness, your interest in other people, all that is so much more important than the way you look.
Young people have a joy in their faces, in their eyes. Intoxicating. A thirst for the experience of living, an exuberance in experiencing life as it presents itself to you. A freshness of attitude.
Most young people have this anyway. I’m sad for the young people who do not feel like this.
I have been shy. Not knowing what to say. Quiet. Withdrawn. But also happy with myself. Content in living my life as it came. Happy to draw.
I had to learn to pay more attention to the people around me. This didn’t come naturally to me. Now i enjoy watching people. Saying hello, good day, good afternoon when i pass someone on the streets. I enjoy that.
Right now i live in a young family’s house. The sunshine in the house: a toddler girl of sixteen months old. So bright, happy, energetic. Not always, of course. But still, a smile to brighten your day.
The Julia Roberts smile from Pretty Woman was on my mind after a talk i had yesterday with my landlady. The Kylie Jenner images i posted yesterday were posted with the same thoughts. I look with a critical eye, but i also want to keep seeing the innocence in an image or movie. No matter what the thoughts are in the minds of the people making these images.
Kylie Jenner
A perfect day
Such a day where it felt i couldn’t put a step wrong.
I talked, sat alone in my room, watched some youtube, played with Dahlia, made dinner, ate the dinner together with Jessica, Michael, Dahlia, Caroline and Jan, made coffee and tea, watched a movie, Batman Returns. Never saw that one before. Enjoyed it. Ate some chips. Made a miso soup for lunch. Showered. Washed my hair.
A normal, perfectly perfect day.
🙂
Flower
