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Viva la Bombas!

 

Observation:

1. My stove, Mr Hartman doesn’t always light up easily.
2. Fire starters work but it gets  expensive.
3. Candles leave a lot of leftovers.
4. Egg cartons can be used for more than planting seeds.
5. Corks look like pellets to make a fire.

Solution:

Of course I made firebombs! The best firebombs ever – out of trash. It’s fun, doesn’t take any time really and I get that tricky stove going every time…Never had to use more than 2 bombas, even when Mr Hartman was his grumpiest.

Besides which, they are pretty with colors and scents sort of built in, always different 🙂

For 60 bombas I eat 30 eggs, drink 10 bottles of wine and save all the leftover candles, doesn’t sound too hard, does it?

Now you might be somebody that don’t like eggs or don’t get them in cartons. Then you can use a cute silicone chocalate mold for perfect sized bombas. Mine are shaped as hearts ❤

GRATITUDE

The keyword to life is gratitude;

Gratitude for what I have

Gratitude for what I don’t have to suffer

Gratitude for what I survived

Gratitude that it wasn’t worse

Gratitude because it was lovely

Gratitude, no matter how small – even if you have to search for it…

…because gratitude grows, it fills your heart and it carries you through those dark nights of the soul…

…and because without gratitude all you have left is despair, anger, fear, grief and despair…

THE TREASURE BOX

THE TREASURE BOX

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The treasure box is where we keep our dreams. Every single one that ever passed our mind, no matter how small. They all go in the treasure box until it’s time to make them real. Sometimes they lie there for a long time, but no matter how much time that passes, they are never forgotten. At times you leave your dreams with trusted ones until you come back to collect them.

Some dreams self-ignite, go poof and disappear in a cloud of smoke, others are so complicated that only the basic idea is real and you don’t really know if you will ever own the knowledge it takes to complete it. Still, it’s beautiful and clever and absolutely brilliant! If you can’t have it for yourself, you wish for its completion by somebody else.

These treasure-chests can be scattered across the globe, you never know who the holder of your dream will be. Sometimes it is the most unexpected recipient, somebody you met for only a moment but trusted implicitly. Life is beautiful and every time you share a dream it becomes a truth.

When dream is spoken, it becomes reality. Share your dreams for and with the world….It will find root.

And even if you momentarily forget about your dream, the treasure box keeps it vibrant and safe.

Once you have uttered your dream, it becomes reality. Maybe not yours, but somewhere. And that is a beautiful thing.

All those little learnings add up

14269677_10153579724000834_1955684473_nAfter each day I think about what I have learned. It’s important to me and I make it a point to learn something every day, no matter how small or mundane.

The willingness to learn is how you learn, you start paying attention to both your surroundings and what goes on in your head. You try new things and test your borders – just to see if you can.

Along the way you collect all the keys you need to live that wow-life that everybody talks about. It starts in the little things.

Every evening, think of your day; what made you grateful? happy? …and what did you learn?

Every evening you will find yourself one step closer to what you want and you set yourself up to win.

55 – The age of Freedom

I am 55 years old and I feel like my life just started.

When I was a child and a young girl I had such dreams but I was also extremely shy and insecure, so the dreams stayed just that – dreams, my fears were very effective. The few times I voiced my dreams, I was told to forget it. “That’s ridiculous”, they said, “You can never do that. What if you fail?” Does this sound familiar? Fear of failure became the name of the game. And I was scared.

I grew up and had children, 4 of them, and became a full time mother for the next 30 years. I used the time wisely by educating myself and getting to know ME. It forced me to face my fears, to acknowledge that I had taken the easy way out by listening to the negative voices in and around me INSTEAD of just going for that dream, even if I would fail.

One day the children were all adult and had left home, I had only myself to answer to and I realised that now, NOW is the time, this is my chance to dust off those dreams and make them come true!

The world around me says that I am too old, but this time I am not believing anybody but myself. I’m old enough to not care. The only voice I am listening to is MY inner voice. And she tells me it’s time to rock’n roll!

One of my most attractive dreams as a child was to be part of a circus. I wanted to ride ponies and do funky stuff.

Well, guess what? Now I am doing just that; I am part of a troupe that do pony-shows and fire-shows. I do mounted archery; shooting arrows from a galloping horse. If you can’t join a circus – create one!

I also want to do acrobatics in the air, I feel passionate about it. And though I am fit as a fiddle it is far from enough. Besides which, I have a fear of heights. Am I going to let this stop me? HELL NO! Aerial acrobatics? Sure it will take time, who cares? I have all the time in the world and I am on this exciting life journey.

The most important thing I did to this point was bringing up the children. Was I a good mother? I have no idea, but I was the best mother I could be and this goes for everything else I have ever done and will do. This releases me from those oh so painful regrets that I struggled with all the time, I was the master of regret.

So to all you people, young and old; life is an ongoing journey and you never really know where it will take you. Don’t let anybody dictate your rules. And don’t for a minute believe that age is an issue: On the contrary, the older you get, the more freedom and choices you have.

Here some pictures of what I did this magical 55th year of my life

The Heart of a Woman

Men fight for power, women fight for life.

Woman fights to carry and give birth to the life in her womb. She fights to feed and keep safe the child she brought to life.

When men fight for the power, woman suffers the death of the fighting men, for all these men were brought forth through her body and heart.

Woman fights for life, because it is all she knows. She creates it, carries it, nurtures it and weeps over the loss of it.

The heart of woman is in pain as she watches the wanton destruction of the life she worked so hard to create and fought to protect.

The heart of a woman breaks as she is ridiculed, violated and thrown aside. When she is forcefully silenced by those who should protect her, those whom she loves.

A woman’s heart weeps as she arms herself to fight against life for life itself.

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The difference between letting go and running away

The one thing I learned in my turbulent life was to let go – of everything. I was moved between countries, between homes, between schools and every time all was lost; not only friends and places but also things. My magic boxes full of little insignificant treasures, my clothes, my toys. The first time I was displaced I also lost the person I loved the most, she who was peace and security to me, I never saw her again. I was just about to turn seven.

That was the first time I was displaced; I found myself in a new country without any of my belongings except a teddy-bear and a school-book. I struggled to understand, to fit in, to learn the language, to not be afraid. I locked myself in a shell and lived in a fantasy-world in my head. I was beaten, mocked and un-loved, waiting for the day when I could go “home”, to a place that didn’t exist anymore. A place which it would take another 35 years before I saw again.

The same scenario happened over and over again, albeit in the same country. I went to 14 different schools and never graduated. I collected new treasures and every time there was a move, an upheaval, the treasures were lost. Finally this became my reality. I stopped having treasure-boxes.

I learned to trust nobody, I learned to not get attached, I learned to live in my head and I learned to be safe in insecurity. It formed me and how I would live my life. I watched but didn’t join in.

When, as an adult woman with children, I finally settled down into a safe place I was happy. I thought I was settled – for real. But then the upheaval came again and I left for another country, another life. I couldn’t stay. In my new country I spent years waiting, unknowingly, for the day of yet another departure, because that was all I knew. Keep going, leaving, letting go. I am an expert at letting go.

One day I realised that I didn’t want to do it again. I didn’t want to be a displaced person. I wanted to form attachments, I wanted to watch the future unfold around me, in one place. I just wanted peace. I wanted to build something that was mine, create a small niche in the universe where I co-existed.

I made a decision to stay and form that future right where I am. It was scary, it still is. I am not sure how long it will take before I find peace in my decision, but it has to be done.

There is a lot of talk about the importance of letting go, and it is important to know how to let go. But it is also important to learn to stop and be part. To accept and take responsibility for that. Because if you are an expert let-go’er, you never catch up with yourself. You end up living your life on the bylines, watching life rather than living it, never fighting for anything because it’s easier to walk away. Peace comes from within and no matter where you are, it is there.

I might be displaced again in the future, but today it is no longer part of my plan. I am thawing inside, unlocking my heart to let life in. I am still expert at letting go, but now I do allow and  fight for that which is important to me. I am starting a new magic box of treasures. Almost 50 years have passed since that first little death of trust and I am re-structuring my soul, having dreams, taking part and being there.cropped-hagen.jpg