The treehouse

Tonight I slept in the treehouse. You cannot imagine how beautiful this place is. Or actually you can. Take your dreams (or mine, actually) and place them into reality. There you go. That is what this looks like.
A house in the trees, under it a stream. I woke up from the sunshine and birdsinging. I could see the birds in the trees trough the windows in the roof.
Ironically I find it hard to open my heart fully, I am so terribly busy in my head. The harder I try to calm it down, the busier it gets. The time all for myself, writing a bit, meditating, helped a lot. So did the sounds of the flowing water and the birds. I try to be here, whatever is right now.
We work in the forest almost every day, creating stairs and paths, planting raspberries, doing some arbosculpture and building more beauty. I adore the people that are here with me. It really feels like we are creating a bit of paradise here together, I even get to do some of the work that I am good at, painting the signs for in the forest. It is a great discovery that I can be traveling and still do the creating I long to do at the same time.




Oh and I didn't even mention the best thing ever we have here; a shower in the forest! :)

Paris-Pictures

Yesterday we saw mostly the big touristic things in Paris.. The Eiffel Tower, some big, shiny buildings, things like that.. Today I am going to try to find a place with crêpes that was recommended to me and also a ride to the south. Paris is nice, but not for too long. I long for the forest!
Actually the best thing I saw yesterday was a big, beautiful tree that seemed to be right under the arch of the Eiffel Tower. Picture-proof that we really are in Paris..




You can find more pictures on my flickr-page here.

Travel adventures part 1

Last saturday we went to tipi and ger-camping M.O.M., a great last thing to do before leaving. I saw a lot of people dear to me.. I hope to spend some time of my estimated 5 months over there as well. It is a wonderfull place filled with good energy and love and I`m sure it will be even better in summer.

Sunday we intended to sleep in Maastricht so we could catch our ride, early the next day. We didn`t make it that far, because of trains not going and busses not being there. We didn`t mind at all, because we got to sleep at Harolds place. I never met him before but he is very kind and fun and has a beautiful house with big plants and glittery things! He even got up very early to bring us to the station.. Thank you so much, Harold!

Today we (Zdeno and me) had arranged a ride to Paris, from Maastricht. Here things didn't go exactly as planned either.. (Why do I even plan things anyway?) We were well underway when I got a call.
"Where are you? I am waiting for you in Maastricht!" By now, I am very confused.
"What do you mean? We are already in a car, we are not with you? Who are we with then?"
"You tell me..."
"Well, we asked him if he was our ride to Paris and he said yes..."
"Is it an african man?" "Yes."
"Oh right. Okey, bye" CLICK

So that is how we got to Paris, where we are now, drinking tea in the home of our very kind CouchSurf-host, who we haven`t met yet, because he is working late.
Byebye everyone, sleep well. I know we will.

You are so brave

When I tell people about the trip I want to make (and we are leaving next monday already) they tell me I'm so brave. Well, I am not. But telling the landlord that I am leaving just slipped out of my mouth. And getting boxes and putting my things into boxes wasn't that hard either.
So here we are, just a few little moments left before leaving and I am honestly one of my worst versions of me. I am tired, snappy and emotional. I am scared, excited and too tired to move at the same time. There is a little (quite some) more work to be done, before I can go and do all those exciting things I dreamt about.
"The magic happens when you leave your comfort zone…"
Well, I am moving way out of my comfort zone this time.. Bring it on! ;)

I don't have a home...

… and it feels good. Or should I say; I don't have a house. A lot of places can be home, maybe home is more of a state of mind.
Today we moved the last furniture and boxes with clothes and books (the only things I find difficult to get rid of) to three different places. It feels a bit surreal, but very good as well. I imagined it would feel a bit unsafe, but I don't feel that, at least not yet.
In the last week, the people that work at the thrift store saw me almost every day, bringing another bag of things and another and another. Everytime I felt happy and lighter leaving those old things behind.
This was the last load of boxes and things.. Doesn't it look cozy? :) My plants and my spinning wheel, also things I rather not part with for ever..