Another book, another accolade.
"The last hours of ancient sunlight" by Thom Hartmann, is an excellent book.
Amazingly every book I pick up lately has immense value.
Hello!
More from me soon, its been quite simply because there has been so much going on that I can't keep up with my blog lately!
But to keep you warm, here is an excellent online info-story I would recommend as essential viewing:
Make sure you pass this link on to anyone you think needs a wake-up!
greetings, happy holidays!!!!
well in the last weeks much has happened. I went to Antwerp, Belgium to see Ada and had a great time drinking Belgian beer, meeting her friends, getting into fashion [thanks to ada's obsession] and eating incredibly good foreign food.
i had a really nice time in spain with Josiane. We rented a car - drove around costa brava, visited beautiful beaches, the mountains and even the little commercial petrol-shopping enclave of Andorra. So much love, a really special person, beautiful times.
Photos from our trip [first week uploaded, second week still needs to be uploaded as I find time to do so]:
Hello humans,
I've been back from France now for a few days, and I've already done another trip and back to Rotterdam in the mean time.
In France my mother and I did not find a permanent place for her to stay, but we did manage to find a temporary place for January which suits our plans amply enough to allow the process of my mothers move to continue.
You may have heard of the "flower of life"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flower_of_life
You may have heard of the "flower of life"
Just finished this book, wow - I've learned so many things; this book is truly a must read for everyone, no matter your area of interest or focus.
What comes after post-post modern?
What is the 'new' human perspective on life, the universe and everything?
Ken's got some vital part to play in those answers...
Some of the things I learned:
- Various ideas I had were verbalized by Ken in very clear terms, which has helped me to find greater clarity in my own ideas; while simultaneously helping me to see the limits of some of my current/older ideas.
Flowing the spirals of time. Nitched and locked in the golden line.
Peace in the unlimited bareness of open being.
No layers to hide, an open heart.
Memorized by gratitude & grace.
Your calls spring in the wind.
A time for place. A time for space.
When your being lets down its final fight - you will absolve your last fright.
Naked you cloth the sky in layers of arctulated care.
A hard turn, a calculated click. And life whirls a new trick.
Always more than before, forever changing when once there was nothing more.
Hi following friends,
Some new pages in my journals were scanned today, apparently I had forgotten to scan the last 5 worthy pages; I was in Australia at the time I made these drawings.
Assuming you have already seen the other pages, start at this link and click 'next' till you hit the end of the album:
http://picasaweb.google.com/seb.chedal.art/2006TravelingJournal/photo#5134271561140035074
hello my friends,
here i am
waves crashing with speckles of dancers in their white curls
weathered tempered homes of elderly stones freckling mazes of mediteranian
my mother and i are in the sun again, in the south of france
its a time to spent together, a vaction, but also not
my mother is looking for a home here - drastic changes are in the air.
the wind has come, and to its call, little thought is placed; the wind guides us, movement beggets direction, direction preceeds reflection.
