29/01/16: 4 Free

Everything I own fits into a suitcase. Some clothes, a laptop, a radio, a camera, a couple of pictures and CD’s, and a few books and diaries. Three years ago I sold the rest of my stuff. Throwing all the unnecessary ballast overboard. I remember sitting on a bench in the bus station in Cork City, with my 20 kilos of luggage and no fixed address. It made me feel so free! I always was kind of attracted to the homeless life. The romantic side of it. Not living in a cardboard box by the side of the road, with a cheap bottle of wine and weeks without a shower. But being an outsider, living on the edge of society, doing my own thing. All my life I kind of balanced between being a player and a spectator. And still I do not really join the game, don’t play by the rules. I am a non-conformist, a free creative spirit. Not carrying around a heavy load of stuff. Just a small little backpack with the memories, experiences, revelations, and wisdom I gathered through the years. Wherever I go, I travel light.

© Jan ten Brink

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28/01/16: 3 Rituals

Discribing a day in my life, I would not say I do a lot. But what I do, I do with love and dedication. In the moment. Here and now. I go through my daily routines and rituals. Still recovering from my illness, I sleep long hours. As soon as I wake up I turn on the heater and the gas on the bottle outside. The water for the bathroom needs half an hour to warm up. So do I. I make my breakfast. A banana sandwich, some fruit loaf, and a cup of coffee. I take a shower, get dressed, and install myself in the big chair by the window. I just sit there, to ‘be’, meditate, do ‘nothing’. Watching the wonderful world outside. Welcome a new day in my life within my little space in the universe. Let it come as it is. No plans, no stress, no expectations. The rest of the day I read a book, write, make a drawing, take a picture, return my e-mails, meet my friends on Facebook, or do wherever my spirit takes me. And I go for long walks, every day, in the valley or on the beach. Taking my time, enjoying everything to the fullest, I just go with the flow.

© Jan ten Brink

27/01/16: 2 Time

I don’t wear a watch and there is no clock in the house. I rarely listen to the radio and have no TV. I do not look at my phone very often and my laptop is switched off most of the day. I have got a diary but do not really make appointments. So most of the time I do not know what time it is! The birds wake me up in the morning and I know when it’s dark, I can read the sun and my body tells me when to eat and rest. ‘That’s easy for you’, I hear people with busy schedules, full time jobs, and social commitments say. And they are right. I don’t have all that. Not anymore. I do not even ‘have’ the time. But actually I do have all the time in the world. Stretched out in front of me like an endless sea. I move on the rhythm of nature. Using only my biological clock.

© Jan ten Brink

26/01/16: 1 Room

Winter in Ireland. There is hardly snow and ice, and the temperature seldom drops below zero. But it’s colder. So I take my books, my radio, and my laptop to the bedroom downstairs and make it my winter room. It is small and therefore easy to heat. I have got everything I need in there. A very comfortable big chair and my desk facing the window with the beautiful view. It is so nice, warm and cosy, I could stay in there throughout the whole season, without ever leaving it. Curled up in my bed, having a winter sleep, and forget about everything that is going on in the world outside. But I also love to walk in that view I look at from behind my window. Wind, rain, even snow and ice could not keep me from wandering through this colourful landscape. Just a few feet away from the desk where I write these words. Outside nature is already waking up to soon from it’s winter nap. Green leaves and flowers pop up between the brown bushes. Little birds are singing joyful songs in my garden about sunny days to come. I even see a sheep with two newborn lambs. But also the ocean waves crashing on the cliffs and the wind splashing rain against my window. I am enjoying winter from my winter room.

© Jan ten Brink