My biggest intention in life is to offer a contribution to social intelligence and beauty I feel most alive when I feel that kind of openness on the verge of pleasantly emotional; being touched by the vibe of things, meetings, things working out well.
To feel aliveness gently or powerfully bursting through. Synchronicities indicate that I am 'on' my path. |
I've lived that again and again when I truly move from my own impulses. Listening to what my body experiences, is key, is part of clear thinking.
I love giving shape to things as well, hands-on and in co-creation. Art, music, gardens, food, a party, design, an event. I express myself well through body language, music, poetry. One poem you can find below. I like to connect people and dots. I can listen very well, especially beyond words. I may seem somewhat silent at first, but then come back with something later, giving a new angle, or input where others can further launch off of. I ask sharp questions with warmth. I invite people to lean backwards often, sensing into where and when the energy takes you in to move, with ease. 3D Timeline So far this is what I've done in an obvious sense: 20's In my early twenties I was working as a Waldorf school teacher for 3 years. During this period and after I co-facilitated personal development events and silent retreats in the Netherlands, the USA & Europe. I always was fascinated by and always gave body work, along side other things. I like to call it 'embodiment' work. 30's In Crete, where I lived fulltime for 7 years, next to bodywork, I've done 2 years of stone & renovation work, 6 seasons of guiding hiking weeks in the Cretan nature. I was moderately active in the music scene by playing in an ensemble and solo here and there. From time to time I made and sold my stone sculptures. Going to Crete I had one main intention: to listen to my very own impulses and follow them. It was a beautiful, bumpy, upstream, downstream ride. During my time in Crete I experienced synchronicities so remarkably often.. it is my favourite thing. I initiated www.synchronicity-lab.com in 2021: a live event where people who work on transitions can find each other, build human bridges. From a place of ease, inviting synchronicity along the way. That same year I started giving trainings leadership and team development in organisations in the Netherlands. 40 - now I am very much in my element as a facilitator and trainer, event host, wingwoman, embodiment worker, fellow human. 2 days a week I give 1-on-1 sessions in Driebergen at Landgoed de Horst. I teach my unique "embodiment work" approach under the name Regenerative Embodiment. I feel like I am just about to begin living what I am capable of. |
Crete June 2023 Unfathomably Crete. Your scents, flavours, crests and rays Reunion and farewell-stories filled bays (How many for good?) With tear-held-back eyes the ship breaks my heart from the shore Presses memories deeper into my body But the blue above and below embraces me Timelessly And carries me through To a space where You forever remain, Island, Corner of my earth Because how the felicitous moon And the fragrant moist And the double hoot of the midget owl How music of all times has interwoven Your heavy summer hush and glistening winter glint And how my deepest core gets stirred With pulsing melodies Out from the belly of a nearby valley Calling me in Rhythm and root Slam that strong booted foot Onto the stone square Vigorously melody and dance go round Sucked in I get opening my arms Shoulder to shoulder Its impossible to keep my heart shut I'll throw any boundary overboard Applaud the last notes at the end of strings, nails, bows and soles To bide with the tide and silent stars til the turqoise tones of dawn I will want to lay down Rest my case Between the myrtle, carob, cistus rose, And if I could still walk home From one milky figue-tree sphere To the next I’d still dance in my dreams Never will I be fully satiated Witnessing the forbearing white mountains Its folded out gowns, soft profiles, its curves Daily in different weathers adorned Cinnamon dust on the late june snow How the thunder rolls and drums I will want to drink in, again and again Like adoring the face of a beloved Beholding an entire life path with a dear one Whether with me or not, on the other side or not, All that, in my lap I, in its lap Unmentionable place, You Where time folds in on itself And spits me out On the rugged edge Of the European continent I’ll come up gasping for air Drifting back up where gravity meets no-gravity At the surface of Aegean I'll shout, because, hey, I can Laugh, with the merciless laws of nature Hum, to the ancestral wounds Attest to double-flaring meteors buffered and broken by several spheres Timeless ember signals in the black Yes, I'm given my senses back So I can sigh in pleasure With the caresses of the silken sea, the southern winds, the sun And beg To take me in once more |