This is the handmade print on a t-shirt I got on a clothing swop party at my friend Maegan’s house…

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Feel free to print, cut and glue my little daunting something together (and flash on it every time you grab

I am convinced that we know relatively little about life underwater life because we are downright scared of it. Could

I am soooo excited to be offering the world’s first official WROGA (writing and yoga) course! Join me for a

I was so happy to witness this unique teaching by Sogyal Rinpoche, supported by the world famous dance event company

I think I just finished my new book. I’m sitting on my early morning sun filled balcony and the strangest

Ran into this roadblock today on my way to the Vondelpark…  fascinating, huh? Could it be Buddhist construction workers? Or

I’ll never forget my first conscious experience of silence. I was seventeen and standing in the Sahara desert. Now growing

Sunday morning and I feel like a junkie. I’m holding a yellow-brown piece of cheesecake on a plate in my left hand while writing with the right. Every now and then I stop writing to take a bite or I sip from the soja latte that is part of the whole entourage. I just drove out all the way into the city, unwashed and with my dog Eddie in the back of the car just to get this cheesecake. One piece, not even two for my sweetheart or some other noble purpose. I did it just because I wanted it. Which, I guess in some therapeutic circumstances would be a good thing (“Good for you! Do something only for yourself for once. Indulge!”). But in my case I’m not sure. How do you know if something is an expression of self love or just plain selfishness?