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About meBeauty, life's magic, connection and creative variation is what it's all about for me!
I feel in my element on the verge of pleasantly emotional — open to whatever comes next, not knowing what it will be. And then feeling what wants to emerge gently or powerfully burst through. The impulse leads the dance. |
Synchronicities indicate that I'm 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 — it's part of clear thinking.
I tend to ask sharp questions with warmth. I like connecting people, dots, and inducing chemistry.
I love giving shape to things, hands-on and in co-creation. Art, music, gardens, food, a party or event, my work. I truly love my work.
I express myself best through body language, music, and poetry. One poem lives at the bottom of this page — it emerged the day I embarked on the ship to Athens, my red bus full of moving boxes to take back the Holland, and I looked at Crete where I had lived so intensely and where I felt such gratitude for all the gifts of 10 years there.
20s — The beginning of a long exploration
After finishing my studies at Hogeschool Helicon, I worked as a Waldorf school teacher for three years. Alongside that, I co-facilitated some personal development events and silent retreats. And I always gave bodywork — it started with massage and Thai massage, and the exploration never really stopped.
30s — Crete
I moved to Crete with one intention: to listen to my own impulses, follow what felt good, and see where that led. It was beautiful, bumpy, upstream and downstream.
Alongside bodywork, and always living in and with nature, I spent two years doing stone and renovation work, guided six seasons of hiking weeks in the Cretan mountains, played music in an ensemble and here and there solo, and made and sold some stone sculptures.
And then three years of intense back pain. That made me eventually unable to run even, let alone walk without pain. Constant, relentless, often disappointed in the help I found — until one particular osteopath, in whose hands my body felt utterly understood. She found the spot that made me understand the internal connections, and from there it turned. And eventually I could run again.
That experience changed everything. It sent me deep into the study of structural bodywork: Core Fascial Release in Crete and London, Craniosacral Therapy and Visceral Manipulation in the Netherlands, and for years I watch video's of Gil Hedley's amazing sacred dissection work in my spare time. My passion for the human body only grows.
In Crete I experienced synchronicities with a frequency that astonished me. I believe it comes with having space for not-knowing. A symptom with being 'on your path' — following what calls you, even without existing map. And for time — real time. Kairos they call that in Greece, the other word for time, meaning more 'the right moment, chance'.
That kind of time might be quietly radical in the Netherlands. And I think that's part of what makes it so hard — and so necessary — to protect.
Back in the Netherlands — 40s & now
In 2021 I initiated Sync Lab: a live event where people working on transition can find each other.
Returning to the Netherlands during Corona, I discovered the country anew. So much was already happening — communities on the move, the awareness and willingness to act towards an infrastructure in times of transition. Many groups already moving from a similar paradigm — like starlings in a murmuration, each contributing their part, together being part of something larger.
In 2023 I wound up co-creating events under the name "jump on the transition-flywheel." Really good times!
That same year I began facilitating leadership and team development in Dutch organisations — a long-held dream.
I move between time in nature, one-on-one sessions, workshops, trainings, and visiting and facilitating and events around system change.
I'm almost done redesigning my tiny house with my own hands — which turned out to be quite the undertaking alongside everything else.
I tend to guard time for the unexpected — usually where the best things happen — and for my own wellbeing, so I can show up fully for those I support.
My mission is to make body intelligence — as part of nature — integral to how we live, work, and relate to one another. Because the quality of life, and of our relationships, changes deeply when this language becomes shared again.
I tend to ask sharp questions with warmth. I like connecting people, dots, and inducing chemistry.
I love giving shape to things, hands-on and in co-creation. Art, music, gardens, food, a party or event, my work. I truly love my work.
I express myself best through body language, music, and poetry. One poem lives at the bottom of this page — it emerged the day I embarked on the ship to Athens, my red bus full of moving boxes to take back the Holland, and I looked at Crete where I had lived so intensely and where I felt such gratitude for all the gifts of 10 years there.
20s — The beginning of a long exploration
After finishing my studies at Hogeschool Helicon, I worked as a Waldorf school teacher for three years. Alongside that, I co-facilitated some personal development events and silent retreats. And I always gave bodywork — it started with massage and Thai massage, and the exploration never really stopped.
30s — Crete
I moved to Crete with one intention: to listen to my own impulses, follow what felt good, and see where that led. It was beautiful, bumpy, upstream and downstream.
Alongside bodywork, and always living in and with nature, I spent two years doing stone and renovation work, guided six seasons of hiking weeks in the Cretan mountains, played music in an ensemble and here and there solo, and made and sold some stone sculptures.
And then three years of intense back pain. That made me eventually unable to run even, let alone walk without pain. Constant, relentless, often disappointed in the help I found — until one particular osteopath, in whose hands my body felt utterly understood. She found the spot that made me understand the internal connections, and from there it turned. And eventually I could run again.
That experience changed everything. It sent me deep into the study of structural bodywork: Core Fascial Release in Crete and London, Craniosacral Therapy and Visceral Manipulation in the Netherlands, and for years I watch video's of Gil Hedley's amazing sacred dissection work in my spare time. My passion for the human body only grows.
In Crete I experienced synchronicities with a frequency that astonished me. I believe it comes with having space for not-knowing. A symptom with being 'on your path' — following what calls you, even without existing map. And for time — real time. Kairos they call that in Greece, the other word for time, meaning more 'the right moment, chance'.
That kind of time might be quietly radical in the Netherlands. And I think that's part of what makes it so hard — and so necessary — to protect.
Back in the Netherlands — 40s & now
In 2021 I initiated Sync Lab: a live event where people working on transition can find each other.
Returning to the Netherlands during Corona, I discovered the country anew. So much was already happening — communities on the move, the awareness and willingness to act towards an infrastructure in times of transition. Many groups already moving from a similar paradigm — like starlings in a murmuration, each contributing their part, together being part of something larger.
In 2023 I wound up co-creating events under the name "jump on the transition-flywheel." Really good times!
That same year I began facilitating leadership and team development in Dutch organisations — a long-held dream.
I move between time in nature, one-on-one sessions, workshops, trainings, and visiting and facilitating and events around system change.
I'm almost done redesigning my tiny house with my own hands — which turned out to be quite the undertaking alongside everything else.
I tend to guard time for the unexpected — usually where the best things happen — and for my own wellbeing, so I can show up fully for those I support.
My mission is to make body intelligence — as part of nature — integral to how we live, work, and relate to one another. Because the quality of life, and of our relationships, changes deeply when this language becomes shared again.
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
Vigorous melodies and the dance goes 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
To listen 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, to be given back more of my senses
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, give me 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