About

Me and my girl

I am Bibje,

and I if I could I would fly to heaven and back.
 Make al lot more paintings than I do now,
Write my heart out in that haunting book that will sell millions, or that book about healing or the story of my grandmother which I am researching right now.I would show my poems fearlessly to the world.Try my hand at the piano and the violin.
And even sing a song too.
I am a healer, a poet, a writer, a teacher and I love to dance on my toes. Still what I love most of all is to dance on canvas. Swirl with my pencil and paint al over the empty places. Create images where there were none.
I am a bit to shy YET to do all that and be comfortable with it. But I am on my way.
Practicing to do what naturally comes to me and enjoy it regardless!!!
Practicing to be a possitivarian just like my daughter is since birth.

I am a mother of two teenagers

A boy of 15 and a girl of 13.
I do attachement parenting and we met our fair share of challenges on the way. My boy has autism and is gifted, my daughter is gifted. I unschool my boy at home and my girl goes to school for highly gifted children. Because of the challenges with my son I have not yet really pursued my dreams. I have put them on hold for a long time.
I used to be a teacher on a highschool,making lessonplans and telling compelling stories of historic events. But as a teacher I was also trained in the Arts. And I would so loved to be an art-teacher there. Still, I made them draw al lot and they hugely enjoyed it. I have sweet memories of that time.....

Today I stand on the edge of a new adventure

I am so devoted to fill my life with joy and hope and possibillities and love , ever so much love, and abundance and bliss and passion. Gratitude and couage and trust that my journey will be save and I will head to my true north. Cause that's where I am going, firm and dedicated to me!

My Quirkiness

my little brother used to call me Takkie which is Dutch for Twiggy
I love to have my feet warm in bed so I make a hot water bottle every night to warm them on...even on chilly summer nights!

I like doing the dishes by hand.
Totally addicted to chocolate cake, which I bake myself
Love to walk in the summerrain and when the kids were little we used to splash in every puddle we encountered. I want to do that now to, but feel awkward nowadays without the excuse of a todler by my side :)
Me and my daughter used to sing opera instead of talking to one another. That was such great fun, we indulge ourselves in it yet sometimes. If only Son would not feel so embarrassed by us and tries to make us stop. Daughter is an actress and singer from nature.
I love dreaming up lives and adventures with me in the leading part.
I so love to write about that to. I love to write full stop!
But when I take a brush my heart flows right of to heaven and I feel part of all that is. It makes me happy, it gives me the feeling I can fly. I'd wither and die if I could not paint
My dad used to tell me I was an artist since I held a pensil.
The sweet soul.
Wish het was still here.....he is in heaven with my mom.....mis them so much it hurts like hell at times.

When my dad died, I made us a promise.

Ever since I was a little girl I made drawings and paintings, designed clothes on paper dolls, I even made the dolls myself. I loved the smell of gouache and watercolours and pencils. Together with writing poems and stories and doing gymnastics there was nothing that could made me happier. I chose art and art-history for graduation and went to teachertraining-college so I could paint the day away. I am bachelor in History now, I gave up the arts while studying. I lost my dreams on the way to adulthood. Years of hard work at different schools and having childeren, a divorce and the death of my father made me realise that I had lost my dreams somewhere along the line. I used to paint in stolen moments, I wrote little bits of poem and some fairy stories for my children.

But when I was a girl I had this dream of becoming a writer/painter. Ever since my father went ill we had these talks about live and how he remorsed not having pursued his dreams. Then we heared he was terminally ill , and I realised I did not want to feel as sorry about my live as he had been. So I made him a promise, that I would pursue my happiness and live my dreams. To honour him and to honour myself.

It is the biggest gift I can give to me.

The greatest love I can show.

And so I will!