Let worry go
enjoy the now
be always fully present
stay with your tribe
jump in the tide
and let your inner light
P.S.: But most of all, don’t forget the sunscreen!
Schrijver means writer in Dutch. This is a page from The Holland Journal. Someone I had met in Holland (back in 2000) recently got in touch with me via email. An excerpt below from the recent email:
One evening a friend (Cathelijne) and I decided to hang out in the Irish pub. Soon we started talking with this nice girl, Megan, carrying a notebook. She told us that she was from the United States and was traveling through Europe and the Netherlands and for some reasons I do not remember anymore about why she visited Groningen that day. See was curious about our lives, the Netherlands and the city of Groningen.
It is a weird thing that for reasons unknown and at times you least expect it you meet people you never forget. It is that magical thing that makes some people and some events more special than others. I remember we liked the girl and decided to take her on tour in the night life of Groningen. It became a great night. We visited many bars, had many, many dances and had a lot, lot, lot of fun together. It was so to say legen, wait for it, dary (to quote Barney from the sitcom How I Met Your Mother).
I remember that it was already early the next morning when I walked the girl back to her hotel. I remember me and her talking about her dream to write a book about her travels and about the poetry see sometimes wrote. Since she had to travel back further (I think even back to the States) the next day we decided to exchange e-mail addresses and keep in touch and maybe, who knows, meet again somewhere.
Do you remember?
Is it weird to reply to a 14 year old e-mail (and spam it to all other addresses I could find of you)? Yes, it definitely is but my curiosity wins it over the chance you do not like it or do not remember so here is my reply. I hope that you receive it, read it and maybe reply again and answer the questions. How are you, are you well and do you remember? …. I do…
We had kept in touch briefly by email in 2000 and life faded into life for both of us on separate continents.
I often thought of this person wondering what happened to him. So interesting when life comes full circle. For me, 14 years later, he remembered the girl with the journal who asked people to sign it. He could very well be the person who wrote “Schrijver” in the journal. I love this page of the journal. There is a coffee stained poem written on the back.
Strolling along in
A canal lined street
2 young girls scream
In fun, “Halo” to fellow Sunday
Little Girl amusement sings
in their shirts
I ask to take their picture
and they say cheese with
As I walk away on of the
girls says, “Touriste.”
I say “Watch it…no
There is a quiet hum
Now as I sit on green
Steps. My yellow backpack
Blends in so
And I share a moment
This journal came with me to Holland in 2000. Billie signed the journal in California though. She was a natural healer who did body work on me. She told me I had many protective women ancestors watching over me.
Somehow Billie’s journal signing got paired up with this picture — a beautiful combination I think. Although the tentative title to this journal is The Holland Journal, I have several titles on the cover that may be better titles for this journal/book.
Some alternative titles could be Faithful Thesis Journal or Through the Eyes of a Windmill Journal.
I created this journal at a teaching workshop in 1999. I met a good friend at the workshop, but got in trouble for blatantly not paying attention. I was more concerned about using the markers, glue stick, scissors, and sticky notes in the center of the table than paying attention to the workshop presenter (who did contact my principal and let her know I was off-task throughout the whole painstaking boring presentation). I was young and just starting my career as a teacher. It was 1999 and I was living in Southern California. I was also leaving for the Big Apple in a few days. I had never been to New York. And for the record, the workshop was so boring I would have fallen asleep had I not kept myself busy with the makers and glue-stick. But in respect of honesty, all I could think of was spending five days in October under a New York City skyscape.
I created the NYC Journal in L.A. and wrote the stories in New York.
I may have not paid attention during that literacy workshop, but I sure paid attention to New York. The New York Journal is one of my all-time favorite journals. So many doors…so many stories…
Guy with rainbow suspenders
David M. Harris
Actually, the suspenders (not these in particular, but the concept, the reason I wear suspenders instead of a belt are by prescription, in a manner of speaking. The doctor didn’t write me a script, and in fact I got these particular suspenders not in a drug store but in a hardware store, but he told me that there were two ways of solving, or at least dealing with the pinched nerve in my back. I could have surgery, which has certain risks, or I could stop wearing belts. Now that I live in Tennessee, it makes me look like a farmer or a redneck; in New York it made me look like a hippie. Cultural variation and all that. But it’s a chance to design my presentation, my performance, as it were. Most of my suspenders have buttons on them – patterns like pins, you know. But if you’re going to be a person, be your own person, I say.
“Yay! Hanging out today in the mall was awesome! I love helping folks! I’ve learned a lot about how interacting with people works. Humans are funny things! I enjoy helping people. – Matthew”
Matthew is an architect working in the tech world.
“Many a wicked wenk he wonk…many a smile he smole” – Matt Michelson