Don’t Forget the Sunscreen

Let Worry Go enjoy the now be always fully present stay with your tribe jump in the tide and let your inner light shine bright P.S.: But most of all, don't forget the sunscreen! Love, :)

Let worry go
enjoy the now
be always fully present
stay with your tribe
jump in the tide
and let your inner light
shine bright

P.S.: But most of all, don’t forget the sunscreen!
Love, ūüôā

Circles of Life

Schrivjer
Schrijver

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.

2-13-00
2-13-00

Walking

Strolling along in

Amsterdam along

A canal lined street

2 young girls scream

In fun, ‚ÄúHalo‚ÄĚ to fellow Sunday

strollers.

Little Girl amusement sings

in their shirts

I ask to take their picture

and they say cheese with

innocent gaiety.

As I walk away on of the

girls says, ‚ÄúTouriste.‚ÄĚ

I say “Watch it…no

touriste‚Ķartiste.‚ÄĚ

               ***

There is a quiet hum

Now as I sit on green

Steps. My yellow backpack

Blends in so

And I share a moment

With grace.