Free admission to those who dream…

“If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”
Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends



like clouds,
always moving,
ever changing…” -gao


I’d rather have lunch with you…

Café de Ceuvel is an organic, vegetarian restaurant in Amsterdam Noord. Not only does it have a divine kitchen (one I’d recommend to non-vegetarians) but the location is breathtaking.

Looking for a place to get your creative senses tickled? Then try walking through Amsterdam Noord. It will not disappoint.


Former Main Post Office built in 1895 that currently functions as a shopping mall. Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal 182, Amsterdam, Netherlands. 


Also know as the town square. To the left is the Royal Palace which was built as a city hall during the Dutch Golden Age in the 17th century. (Source: wikipedia)

no need...

‘No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.’
– Virginia Woolf

the crazy mess that is Christmas…

It’s cooking all night

It’s moodiness and spite

It’s the knock on the door

and the weariness you endure


It’s a shake and a hug

and a ‘Shit man, why’d you bring the dog?’

It’s a huge, hearty laugh

at the vodka hidden in a bag


It’s a ‘Where is everyone?’

followed by ‘Who’s picking up mom?’

It’s a ‘Hello my lovely!’

and ‘Who’s my favourite niecy?’


It’s children driving you crazy,

adults shedding responsibility

It’s a ‘Get off the floor!!’

‘Go look who’s at the door!’


It’s music too loud

and people dancing all around

It’s ‘What time is dinner?’

and ‘That cake should be much bigger!’


It’s remembering those who aren’t here

Reminiscing, shedding a tear

Cheering them with a toast

Then a ‘Damnit! I forgot the roast!!’


It’s a ‘You made my day!’

‘So glad you came and stayed.’

It’s love and it’s laughter

and too much food after


It’s ‘Thank you so much,

next year it’s at ours.’

But you know that they lie

’cause they even mess up BUYING a pie


They’ll be here again next year

Christmas here and not there

but the cooking all night

and the moodiness and spite


and the knocks on the door

and the weariness you endure

and all of the mentioned hell above

is worth it, when surrounded by love.

stop knocking on doors that will never be opened…

stop knocking on doors that will never be opened...

Monday morning wisdom