Showing posts from June, 2012

My daughters are dancers

Dear Bloggers, For the last two months I’ve been spending my Monday afternoons at my daughter’s dance recital. For most dads, this is brutal – enduring hours of 8-year-olds in skirts, hundreds of twirls, jumps and gyrations. In my case I was particularly apprehensive because given today’s hip-hop society, I would have to endure hours of noise accented with either profane language or bleeps. The recitals were a showcase in good music, with kids dancing to the music of Die Twa with the song Fûgels (Frisian song from two guys called those two who were actually there and sang this beautiful song.) My youngest daughter performed on K3 with Lollipopland, furthermore there was the song from the Rednex, called the spirit of the hawk I was impressed by the musical knowledge of these 10 year olds, Identity from the Robot Boys and the Drill was performed by the girls that are in their adolescent years and struggle with being in between girl and woman identity,  my eldest daughter danced on Vanessa …

Old Sailor and Poetry

Dear Bloggers,

This time I write about some poems that grabbed me by the throath. When you can read between the lines a lot of things might be pretty simple if you would use these words as a guideline. First of all there is the poem of Max Ehrmann called Desiderata. This time most of the words have been already been written by people that had their great moments already in live. In that way I am just a simple blogger. Who is writing stories just for his own fun being misunderstood by his spouse as I am spending too much time behind the Laptop according to her.

Whatever the history of Desiderata, the Ehrmann's prose is inspirational, and offers a simple positive credo for life.

desiderata - by max ehrmann
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. A…