OK, she went off to TASMANIA......but went forward to Bruny Island, even more south and nearer to Antartica....

Can you inmagine we spoke on the mobile phone, while she is in the bush on Bruny Island ?

Can you find: CAPE BRUNY ?

Then you are standing near the lighthouse:

Many such old houses to be seen on Bruny Island....

The climat is somewhat like my own: seaclimat with one day shiny and next day shimmering....

I must wait for a while before I receive more pictures of Laura ( Lorá ). She is camping out, something she practically hates, but...that is the magic of the human being, that she can addapt and adjust to her environment. Well done, dear daughter.

Tuesday night her dear friends Joyce and Petra came to visit with us and we talked almost all the time about the adventurous one. We drank Australian rosé-wine and I had made salmon-salad-boursin wraps, just the way Laura always does and we tried to get her on the phone, but that didn't work, She called back later in the night; while I had gone in to sleep for the night she just awoke by the sea, where the sand is pure white and the breeze was so nice....she made me listen to the waves ! Can you inmagine: in my bed in Holland I heard the waves of Antartica's big Ocean !!!

When I told her about her friends visiting earlier she started to cry. My My I ignored it the best I could.........She is so far off and on her own, though not alone. Right now she travels with two dutch that she met leaving here at Schiphol with the backpackers organisation. So that eases my mind a little bit. After Tasmania they will return to Sidney where she spend new years eve. Australia is the first in the world to enter the new year. Sidney is full of fireworks then, while summer is fully on.....how strange to us.

I saw on the news that students  int the States were playing in the snow, as their university had closed because of the snowy weather. It has been a lot over there with you alraidy.

And I probably should watch tv for Obama is handed the Nobel Price for peace. He is not one to sit with kings and queens and I reed that as a good political sign, even though I love my own royalty as those who have followed my blog alraidy know. No, the president of the USA must be a politician and a worldleader, dealing with politics, where kings and queens off course a more methaphores for the organisation of particular state/country of ancient/ historic and romantic meaning; they have no political power anymore. I think it is such a lovely idea that America has a queen too, a real one: remember her : Queen Noor of Jordanië. She still wears her title even though her late hushbands firstborn son is king of Jordanië now. I read her biography and found it so intelligent and kind and loving. She is befriended with our queen Beatrix and attended the wedding of crown prince Willem Alexander and Maxima, together with Mandela and Kofy Anan.She came as friend to the family not as the queen of Jordanie. Aha...I now think: meaby Pocahontas is the real queen of America !

Or Oprah ?

Or Martha Stewart ?

Or Beyoncé ?

Or......you and you and you ? hahahaha

.No, probably you recently burried one of your kings: Teddy Kennedy............

Anyway, I'm probably of the wrong party here...so I will stop joking around.

Have a fine day today where ever you are.

Ariadone

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please read the post before this one and visit me on my dutch blog.

vieuw the slideshow of Laura if you like also while you are there....

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Oh yes,,,we were painting the wooden walls and the doors in the attick in this lovely milk chocolate colour, such a warm beige.....and we slept heavily through the night and this morning my youngest son Robin  cleaned house downstairs  while I did a lot of other chores ...and then ...we took a break.

We sat down at his mega-monitor tv that is downstairs during the renovation upstairs and he put on the dvd from the unplugged concert of KANE.

Since this intimate concert was recorded in honour for his first wife Maddy, who was burried two weeks earlier, she died from cancer a girl yet one might say, so sad, many of the leadsingers songs are of his love for her, her love for him, her dying, their enduring, their faith and how to go on in life with such a loss. Dinand Woesthoff is the leadsinger of KANE.

His musicians are so excellent, that during their solo's of klarinet, saxofone, bugel, piano, organ , gitar and then his voice and how he tunes it....wow: we were so moved. This seventeen year old son of mine, of whom I told you his high-sensivity and para-normal sixth sense mostly is like any 17 year old: a lot of bravour....a lot of boasting and noise and risky behaviour, but ......he sat here just now with his mama ( me ) and we were moved to tears.

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So, since I don't give any concerts but blog...I pay a little tribute to this boy...who is so much like his mother ( me ) and his Granddad ( my dad ), whom he  never met in real life but who's his guardian angel for sure......by putting up these "two portraits of a young one ".......from the house of Godeliva.....you have probably seen them before on my blog.

November : Galanight at his College: Robin 17 years ...posing before taking off to meet his girlfriend...

Robin .....being 17 ....showing off ...

Robin .....posing as a baby, curious and happy ...being 7-8 months ...

Sometimes, looking back a little in life, is beautiful and moving ........like unrapping a little gift, and then getting real again and counting life's blessings.

To a mother looking back sometimes is very motivational, especially through the often difficult time of teenagers. So I think we should take something out of the box every now and then and see what we have cheriched for all this time and meditate or pray upon how God has worked through us and through our children. To realise that we are the choosen parents by these precious souls so this life now will teach them more and bring them closer to Christ makes me speechless and brings tears to my eyes. I have no words; remember I was a dancer, my language was the dance. So I enjoyed the photo's that Amelia put up on her blog from her daughter who danced a performance like an angel....I am sure Amelia was moved to tears.

For that is what ART does: it moves us or upsets us, but either way; we are touched by an experience beyond words.

Like our own spirituality, that is so personal too.

When Dinand of KANE expresses himself in words and song he is all emotion and enormous musicallity; he is able to move my heart in the middle of a chaotic and hard working time these months. Or was it my son...who put on the dvd.....who wanted to be moved and enjoy these richnesses sitting with his mother ? .....

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O YES.................

WOW.

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Ariadone

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I hate it when parents lie to their children and make a mass hysteria out of it, like Sinterklaas is, to me at least. One has to put every notion of common sense aside and completely fall to the idea of this saintly figure, who arrives by steamboat somewhere in november and then is suddenly gone at december 6. There was a program on television about authistic children that cannot understand the concept of Sinterklaas and his Zwarte Pieten, and the fact that the children have to put out their shoe by the chimney ( who has a chimney in a crowded town with all houses with electric heating) or by the door so in the night the Zwarte Pieten can come into your home and leave a present or two. HOW SCARY! HOW UNSAFE! And then suddenly, though Sinterklaas had a big party throughout the whole country, on tv and in the schools for weeks, he is gone...swept from the earth. The autistic children cannot understand and get verry frustrated. Now their teachers and parents would like a big going-away party, where Sinterklaas and his Zwarte Pieten sail back to Spain, to his castle in the sun.

Aha.......and the American and Britisch children: they are waiting for Santa !

And it is all, not for morality and good behaviour, anymore, but for commerce.

Thank God: he left !

Then there is. in februari, this other idiotic feast: Carnaval ! I will tell you about it next year.

NEXT YEAR !

Well, we spent Sinterklaasnight, last night, not exchanging presents, but watching this beautiful movie:

The new world.

I really was impressed how good this movie is filmed and is developing into the court of England at that time. The scenery is beautiful. When the first sailors go ashore you can see that their outfit is similar to the Zwarte Pieten constume. That is how Sinterklaas comes sailing from Spain. The realy Holy Sint Nicolaas from Turkey was the patron of sailors and backers. This land of Virginia where John Smith found Pockahontas looks so much like Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Holland...It is filmed beautifully.

Today: working in the attick rooms: painting, cleaning....We bought wallpaper, about ten rolls, in a brown colour and paint in a lovely beige colour. The floor will be a dark brown wood and we plan on working through the seasonsholliday, when my Beloved can have some time off from work and we would like to start the new year ( will that really be alraidy 2010 ? ) finished and convenient and beautiful in our home.

But I need to rest my mind too; there is too much in it. The nights seem to be the perfect moments for my head to explode with headache and that is no good at all. Well, I will look after me a little better from now on.

A visual relaxing moment, from Sweden....

I wanted to change the look of my site a bit, so I spent some time this afternoon on trying to. Now I wish I knew how to change the picture of the header, but all I come at is to fill in some url...and I don't know how to about that yet. But eventually....by perseverance and concentration...and pracktising.....I must be able to learn just as anyone else....

Ariadone

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