Photo's by Ine XIV

Let's have a Break

It's almost Christmas.
I am reminded by other's who are attentive, it wakes me up a little!

More and more I am becoming aware of there is no time,
but the time, we place onto nothingness,
or which is placed onto nothingness, when we don't have a say in things.

But still, there are some points, where more people at the same time
put their time on.
It was determined, but we keep on filling it in.

Christmas is such a thing. It is about new beginnings, a promise for...
something, which is about to happen, for new birth, for contemplation.
More people recognize it,
and therefore time becomes more filled with a sentiment and a happening.

Something to celebrate, but also its counterpart,
when there is nothing to
celebrate.
The togetherness vs. the aloneness.

We'll have it small. But the smallness is big.
We'll be away with our little family towards a beautiful space for some days.

Not with this family and not with that family, but with us.
Not very far away, but also not at home.

As a present for all the hard work, but also not long (time) away from work.
Reality calls.... , but reality is also there to be sometimes escaped.

Goals attained, but also still goals to reach.
We are free to go.... , but not fully freed, to go.
We are exactly in the middle of two counterparts, of which we know one,
but the other still yet to come.

Let's have a break of the everlasting circle of life with all its demands.
Let's have a stand still with whatever calls.
Let's have a little wonder at the awesomeness and the awfulness of life.
Let's have a break to see what is happening beyond us.
Let's have a break to look at the star, which announces New Birth.

I hope you all have wonderful days in whatever situation.
Let's see the good in things.
Let's enjoy it for a little pause.
Let's celebrate the New Birth of Goodness.

You deserved it!

Godaya

Photo's by Ine XIII

This photo, is sent (not made) by Ine. It is a photo, of a dancer, making one of his last moves.

It all Started with a Small Thing

Walking forward in....
Daily life.

Don't know where to start.
Don't know where to end.

I am pushed/forced into a room with a process.
I used to become quite aloud, cause nothing happened,
or it happened just before me, but I wanted to run away and not look at it.

This and that.
Right and wrong.
All kinds of theories.

Now, I accept, that we will always be pushed and forced in such a process,
and the dynamics tells you a bit where you are.

First the country side is nice, and then it is un-nice, and then nothing happens, so you are totally squeezed to the bone in the un-nice, and then something splits open, and then it is nicer again, because it couldn't be un-nicer and then it becomes too nice, so then it disappears, because it was never supposed to be nice.

Meanwhile everything happens to you.
It mostly seduces or hurts.
Almost nothing is real.

And the more stable you become qua vision or less vulnerable, while being vulnerable,
tells a little about you being small or big and the amount of light that shines through.

I am no longer .... happy or proud about this path.
The only thing I know and understand, is that it will never end, so you'd rather be happy.

And the more spiritual you are.... the more you will be hurt and astounded by real life.
This is, what life is, this is, how we function as people.
This is how you become as human being.
You condemn, while you also understand, that it cannot be different that it goes.

So let's celebrate small things! (birds flying away).
Say hello to the small things! (sunlight through the window).
Say hurray to the insignificant things! (nice dinner today).

Small things, make big things happen.
It all started with a small thing.

Godaya

To Godaya XII

Dear Godaya,

Whether you are a Yogi, a Muslim, or a Christian, it doesn't matter to God. Finally we all shall have to let go of it.

I received this morning a text in my mailbox of the Jesuit Frans van der Lugt. He lived 40 years in Syria in the midst of people who had different backgrounds. He created a space of peacefulness and mutual respect:

'Somewhere, in the deepest of your being-human -, where God might perhaps reside -, you feel that in general it is not essential if you are having full or dirty hands, but that you must try to accept, with effort and slowly, that your hands are empty, that you own nothing, that you can and must receive everything over and again and that you can only give when you receive. 

Only with empty hands you can really receive the other person, fill your hands with him, give him space in your arms, call his name and speak his language. Only with empty hands you can really give, and pass on, without the receiver feeling less, or feeling aggressive or having to be submissive'.

Thanks Godaya, that I can publish something every now and then.

Tonny. 

The Place where you Belong

Today, I visited a house.
It was a beautiful space, where the people offered me a place to give my yoga/meditation course.
It had a vibe, which reminded me of my own home, where I lived for many years
and which I left, once it was not my home anymore.
I felt welcome and I am gonna feel...

A while ago, I asked for a space somewhere else.
I was rejected, because one of the people, who worked there was teaching in the same area.
I was a bit astound, but couldn't find words...

It reminded me of a thing, long time ago.
I asked him: do you mind helping the same people as you do? Fishing in the same water?
He said: I don't know of any water (or something like that). He meant probably: there is no competition.

Feeling welcome is one of those themes that come and go in my life.
I work in soft groups: I feel welcome.
I work in artistic groups: I feel welcome.
I work in competitive groups: I don't feel welcome.
I work in harsh groups: I don't feel welcome.

All groups teach me something important about me.

The only place where you belong, is in yourself.
There is no other place, that....
It grants you comfort, welcomeness, but does it remain?
It causes you discomfort, unwelcomeness, but do you have to stay?

What feels like home for a while, feels like moving forward another while.
Nothing in the world of changefulness, remains.

I know that Buddha taught that.
Knew that.
But: there is a difference between reading a one liner on a calendar full of wise men.
And: feeling the cold shower, of the warm bath, that it used to be.

I guess that people, who struggle with welcomeness and unwelcomeness,
should understand, that there is no place like home.
I mean: 'no' place like home.
There is no such a place.
Or: there is no 'place' in general.
Time and place don't exist.

There are constellations, which make you feel like home or not.
You click in or not.
The function of them all is to nourish you and kick some ass, because you need to move forward.
Or to discomfort you, so that outside the comfort zone, you start to grow and deepen out as a person.

There is no such place where you belong,
but you.

Godaya

Photo's by Ine XII