“Can I be happier than this?” A rhetorical question, that is clear from the intonation. If you had to give an answer anyway, it would be ‘no’. “Could I be happier than this?” I hear myself uttering that question out loud as I sit snugly in my living room in Naxos. It makes me laugh....Read More
This story could be about me, because it is written in the first person. And it could not be about me. It could be that it is my story, but that I’m too afraid (or too cowardly?) to admit it. It also could be that I just want to be the storyteller for someone who...Read More
Manifesting… You hear a lot about it. And you can believe in it, or not. Work with it, or not. But today I manifested without consciously intending. It was one of those days. You know: no appointments on the agenda, but a whole to-do list on the table, next to the computer. But I can’t get...Read More
And again it happens to me: I finally take a book with me to read and after – this time, only – 7 pages, I already feel like writing again (cfr. blog of 4 July). Luckily, I have my notebook with me. That is what a good book does: it inspires. It is not just...Read More
Ouch, when I read Dirk De Wachter’s book (a famous Belgian psychiater), I immediately start to feel guilty about my happiness (I have to admit that I started writing this after only 25 pages, so maybe some of the reactions are a bit premature, but I couldn’t hold back). Not that I always feel happy....Read More
Yesterday, during my meditation, it suddenly occurred to me: ‘That’s why Corona is here! No, I’m not going to throw yet another conspiracy theory at you. Nor explaining theses, scientifically or otherwise, about the origin of this little organism which manages to bring the whole world out of balance. And I want to point out,...Read More
I couldn’t. I just couldn’t remove the appointment in my digital diary: ’14h: pick up Carine and Jo – bring them to Medusa’. Even their flight had unintentionally gotten into my diary. She had forwarded her flight details and my Gmail does its job. But not so. They’re not coming. That has been decided for...Read More
One month I’m here, exactly one month. But it seems shorter and longer. I left Belgium earlier than expected. Friday I had a last day of life-teaching. Saturday I did my first online training and Sunday I thought: ‘If you don’t leave now, you may not get there anymore!’ So I rearranged my flights, prepared...Read More
It’s an emo-day. During a meeting I mention that the bad weather is making it hard. It’s cold, it’s raining and it’s so cloudy I can’t even see the island in front of. There is laughter. ‘Haha, and there she is, on her paradise island!’ It’s not meant to be that sharp. But it feels...Read More
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