waarnemingen – Studio Stilte

workingsilence

Roots. Drawing roots means going in, entering the

Roots. Drawing roots means going in, entering the roots, exploring the dark places and the light ones. I love drawing roots.

Harvest. Late winter harvest. Fresh crips leaves g

Harvest. Late winter harvest. Fresh crips leaves growing under ground. The sweetness. Unimaginable.

Rescued from the old iron heap. A harrow that work

Rescued from the old iron heap. A harrow that works wonderfully behind a horse, and behind our little blue tractor. Milk cans. Just because it is good to remember that once all milk was transported like this. Sometimes I think our yard is turning into farmers nostalgia (we have an old winnowing mill too). Remembering matters.

Morning beauty - frozen spider threads against a b

Morning beauty - frozen spider threads against a blue sky. March has arrived.

Someone once said to me: if things you use every d

Someone once said to me: if things you use every day are beautiful it makes you happier. And I have noticed that is true. I have beautiful pans I have been using for nearly thirty years. I hope this mugs lasts me that long also. There’s so much beauty in simple handmade things.

Waiting for the first train. A bird starts singing

Waiting for the first train. A bird starts singing. The village is still asleep.

All ready. A retreat guest is arriving tomorrow. S

All ready. A retreat guest is arriving tomorrow. She will work on a book for a week. We will hold space for her, and working silence from 9 to 5.30. We will cook good meals from the garden and guide a meditation once a day. There will be fire in the hearth and dogs and cats to cuddle. A privilege to host!

A is for apple. Look at that beauty! Goodness made

A is for apple. Look at that beauty! Goodness made by nature. Sometimes it’s that simple. @eikemaheert

Compost is magic. Waste turned into fertiliser. Th

Compost is magic. Waste turned into fertiliser. The metaphors are endless. But the process remains mesmerising. And to have something so fertile that comes from our own circulair process. Isn’t that magical?

Frosty February mornings. The house and orchard in

Frosty February mornings. The house and orchard in the morning light. Dogs playing in the frosty grass. The light of late winter holds the promise of spring. The cold of late winter invites us to still be Still.

Studio focus. Letter carving is a joy. And we hard

Studio focus. Letter carving is a joy. And we hardly ever carve at the same@time. But today we did. In the barn. While the wind rages outside and the kettle is on wood burner.

This morning I saw this. Buds in an elder stem tha

This morning I saw this. Buds in an elder stem that I thought had not rooted. It moved me. How sometimes there is life yet, how life moves at its own pace. And how spring is quietly announcing it will arrive in a while.

Sometimes there’s just awe.

Sometimes there’s just awe.

Four days. The rhythm of a Cistercian monastery. S

Four days. The rhythm of a Cistercian monastery. Silence and prayer. Study and drawing. Turning inward. See you the other side. If there is anything or anyone you’d like me to take with in my prayers, do let me know by noon today. Then I’ll switch off. 🙏🏻💙

Did not yet say happy new year. And though I firml

Did not yet say happy new year. And though I firmly belief each day is a new day some of these time boundaries are helpful to focus on intentions. For the year. For the self. @grouprelations invites us to post our word for the year. As an anchor for our intentions. Mine is still percolating, bubbling, emerging. It’s something about doing what you love and trusting the flow. But doing also and not just waiting. If there’s one word for that I’d love to hear. And if you have a word I’d love to hear also. Here or at the @grouprelations page. This picture is from Christmas Day when we took the dogs to the beach in the rain. Happy times.

Noticing. Seeing essence, maybe. Drawing. Simple n

Noticing. Seeing essence, maybe. Drawing. Simple not simple yet simple.

In our village the new year is greeted by the chur

In our village the new year is greeted by the church bells. Greeting you all as you greet the new year. May it bring you what is longed for and what is needed.

Sophie wishes you all a good Christmas. And so do

Sophie wishes you all a good Christmas. And so do we.

Harvest. Roots. Fruit.

Harvest. Roots. Fruit.

This year’s Silent Advent Calendar starts tomorr

This year’s Silent Advent Calendar starts tomorrow. I know I’ll love the rhythm. I know there will be moments of joy when the poem for the next day lets itself be found easily. I know there will be moments of despair on nights I find it hard to tune in and listen. There will be moments of wonder at the perfect sunrise. Moments of pondering when it’s hazy. There will be geese and sheep and dogs and blackbirds. There will be rain ans fire. Dark and light. Longing and waiting. Tomorrow we will start. I am waiting.

Laad meer Volg op Instagram