Stay tuned.

The power of music is undeniable. It can transport you to a certain time, specific place or to an exact emotion. The songs that linger in our memories and the lyrics that grab hold of our souls are extremely personal. I bet there is a top twenty list for every single one of us. A list that has been composed carefully, thoughtfully and sincerely and that may help someone come out of a blue funk. It’s a list we all should have in our head, if not on a cd.

Music can bring up all kinds of emotions. We dance to the rhythm, we smile because of a certain melody and we cry when we’re touched by particular lyrics or voices. When was the last time a song brought tears to your eyes?

No matter what music does to you, it will always do something. Just  remind yourself how important it is to take your daily dose of tunes. 

Blinding Colors.

Fall is setting in really fast now. Howling wind en pouring rain.
After going off daylight saving time last weekend, it gets dark way too early. Leaving for work in the dark, and coming home again in the dark.
But hey, there’s always worse. Some people further up north don’t see any sunshine at all for weeks, if not months. At least we have some hours every day to look at the beauty surrounding us.

Looking at the trees right now, our eyes are spoiled by a wide pallet of colors.
Green, yellow, orange, red, even some purple. Even coming home soaking wet after a run has its charms. Who says fall is a grey season?
I don’t see any grey when I look around me. I see colors. Blinding colors.

Happy Halloween!

Friday night. Feeling good. Feeling like having a drink. Feeling like going out! Hell yeah, let’s party!
So I made myself a delicious meal (fish and veggies in the oven, marinated in white wine, with mashed potatoes), and had a glass (ok, two glasses) of wine.

I wasn’t going to finish the bottle all by myself, so I decided to drive to my lovely 79-year old mother, and finish the bottle together with her.
While doing that, I started calling and texting some friends, hoping that somebody would join me to dive into the night. But no…

Apparently everybody was so busy doing their own thing, so they left me no choice. For the first time in my life, I had to go out alone. No way that I was gonna stay in. Hell no, let’s party!

So I came home from my mom, switched my car for my bike (oh yeah, I was gonna go drinking!)  and headed for a café in the center of the small village that I live in.

Coming in, it was funny to see all the heads (8 heads, to be precise) turn my way, then looking at me from head to toe, soaking in their first impression of me. And yes, I know: you never get a second chance to make a first impression. So I ordered a beer. And another one. And before I knew it, people started buying me beers, just to have a reason to talk to this stranger. Where are you from? How long have you been living here? What’s your name?
I must admit that this night was way beyond my expectations. Those people were special, in oh so many ways.
So we Belgians may not be so aloof after all. At least not all of us.
Happy Halloween!