Lieve mensen,
Nu begin ik alweer een beetje met de voorbereidingen van het nieuwe seizoen, want volgende week gaan de deuren van de Zangwerkplaats weer open en morgen ga ik naar het Lorelei vrouwenfestival, om daar ….
…. op zaterdag 25 augustus
Op zondag 26 augustus
Op donderdag 30 september
Op zaterdag 1 september is het Open Dag op Ateliercomplex de ZesSprong. Een heleboel kunstenaars op de 6sprong bieden workshops aan. Van 12-15u zijn de ateliers van deze kunstenaars open en kun je een kijkje nemen naar hun aanbod en uiteraard ook hun eigen werk zien. Van 15-17u is het mogelijk om proefworkshops te volgen.
Op vrijdag 31 augustus
Op donderdag 13 september
Op dinsdag 11 september
Ik hoop, jullie allemaal op de één of andere manier tegen te komen in het komende seizoen. En het liefst op zaterdag 1 september tijdens de Open dag van Ateliercompex De 6Sprong!
Ter inspiratie nog een supermooie tekst.
Liefs van Janina
The Invitation by Oriah
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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