Eerste Kerstdag

1e Kerstdag, net wakker…nog donker…en rust… Een beetje overpeinzend wat Kerst nou voor mij betekent. Kerst is voornamelijk altijd iets geweest waar ik naar uitkeek ivm de vrije dagen, wat dan eigenlijk helemaal geen vrije dagen bleken te zijn. Je werd meegenomen in de rush van inkopen doen, de haast van andere mensen en wederom alsmaar dat “moeten”. Op Kerstdag zelf was het altijd gezellig, heerlijk gezellig zelfs. Want ik vind niets leuker dan mijn gezin om mij heen te hebben. Een gezin dat flink aan het uitbreiden is ook. 

Kerst op Ibiza

Op Ibiza is het even anders. Spanjaarden zijn niet echter “kersterig”.

  • de muziek hoor je niet overal door de straten roepen. 
  • Het is warm hier, dus de sneeuwwitte Kerst spreekt alleen in de verbeelding.
  • Kerstbomen, de echte, zie je nergens
  • Kerstman loopt wel door de straat op de markt maar is bijzonder amateuristisch en niet georganiseerd zeg maar. Een echte lagere school verkleedpartij, en ook bijzonder jong 🙂
  • Kerstkadootjes worden niet gekocht, het is meer een tijd om uit eten te gaan

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Mijn droom, jouw droom….


Nu de markten zo´n beetje weg gaan vallen, één voor één, en de gasten in minder grote hoeveelheden arriveren, dat wij daardoor wat langer kunnen mijmeren op bed, dan ga je nadenken. Nadenken over wat je nou eigenlijk zou willen. Uiteraard een zorgeloos bestaan waarbij je de dingen doet die je graag doet.

Wat zou ik graag willen. Zou ik stoppen met werken …brrr, nee daar moet ik niet aan denken. Zou ik net zo veel werken zoals ik nu doe. Brrrr…nee ook daar moet ik niet aan denken. Zou ik hetzelfde blijven doen. Nou nee, dat ook niet!

Wat zou ik nou eigenlijk willen.

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Ibiza, markt, toerisme, het leven

Het leven op Ibiza, het leven van de markt oftewel het leven van het toerisme…

Het leven op Ibiza is een fantastisch leven. Waarom dat nou zo is.. Dat is eigenlijk een combinatie van dingen. Ik zeg altijd “de wereld is vertegenwoordigd” op Ibiza. We hebben bijv. het criminele deel, maar ook de vrije hippies en alles wat daartussen zit.

De mega rijken der aarde, maar ook de mega armen der aarde en alles wat daartussen zit. De mensen die niet meer hoeven te werken en de mensen die knetterhard moeten werken en dan nog de eindjes aan elkaar moeten knopen. Read more

Het leven van een VIP, hoe word je een VIP en wil je wel een VIP zijn?

Wat is een VIP. 

Wat is een VIP eigenlijk. Een VIP, in mijn ogen, is iemand die zich op elke level van de samenleving thuis voelt. Iemand die zich van niets, opgewerkt heeft tot iets. Iemand die daardoor de problemen kent en erkent van elk level en daar een oplossing voor weet aan te dragen. Iemand die niet boos wordt als die oplossing niet met beide handen aangepakt wordt, maar iemand die begrijpt dat het pad dat aangereikt wordt, nog niet bestemd is voor diegene en dat dit op een later ogenblik vanzelf nog een keertje wordt aangeboden. Een VIP begrijpt de zin en onzin van het leven. Ziet dat je niet “iemand” bent wanneer je een champagnefles van 800 euro koopt, maar die ziet dat die fles niet leeggedronken wordt en deze meegeeft aan iemand die dit nog niet kan kopen. Wel daarbij gelijk de weg aangeeft hoe hij of zij deze wel kan kopen op een gegeven moment.

Een VIP in mijn ogen, is iemand die kan delen en nooit stopt met delen. Niet concreet delen, door zijn geld uit te delen. Maar delen hoe je waar komt. Dit nooit ten gelde maakt, maar gewoon gratis deelt. Puur uit liefde voor de medemens.

VIP’s van tegenwoordig

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Everyone who knows me, knows that I am a strong supporter of the basic income. When I left the Netherlands 3 years ago, it was because I had lost total confidence in the Dutch system. Not only in terms of tax system, but also because the government is very, and I repeat VERY, known of the benefits of a basic income. However, these benefits are for people themselves, and the government in the Netherlands is just not working on this. Read more

The isle Ibiza and its inhabitants

Never too late to learn …

Ibiza is a mystery what I am slowly unravelling. Through my analytical thinking, sometimes a nuisance and sometimes a happiness, I want to understand the “why” of all that comes to me. And guess what has surprised me this past year the most?!

In our practice most of the complaints are of two types of complaints …. tired, abdominal distension and burden of intestines is the most common complaint. The other is the general complaint, hay fever or some other allergy. I never have even remotely thought, when I came to Ibiza, that these two complaints were on Ibiza as much as on the mainland….

Ibiza, the island of the possibilities

Ibiza, the island of the possibilities. The island is so small that it always is windy, so there is always clean air. The island had to be not so long ago self sufficient, so there was only agriculture. You can still see that everywhere on the island. You can pick your food in the wild. Sheep are slaughtered and boned in the open air (100 metres away from me), only after they have had a beautiful smoking and skipping life here. In short, I think it is one of a kind place on this planet where you can be super healthy, and still … and still these complaints. …

Ibiza is also the Pine tree Island, and because it is always windy, the flowering season of these trees is pretty stressful for people with a sensitiveness to allergy. And I thought “clean air” … of course that’s right, partially though. No smogg, industry or other evils.

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The market


Today I blog about my experiences and impressions on the market. I really would never ever think of having a stall outside in the Netherlands.

Firstly, it simply is always too cold for me, even in the summer. One must be ready at 8 am!!!

Secondly, if only the laws and regulations (per municipality different) keep a man opposed to start.

Thirdly, I am not a “standing -woman” and I have never seen someone in the Netherlands on the market sitting behind his or her stall. Imagine this: 5 am being on the market, setting up the stall, it is cold and then all day standing! One must recover for a whole week after such a day….


I have always had deep respect or these people. I always went for my materials to Dhimo on the Breda market. What am I missing that stall! I you ask me what I miss most in Ibiza after one year, it is that specific stall. Always cheerful, always helpful, always Dhimo who is in for a chat and he knew exactly what you liked or didn’t´t. So, I didn’t´t waste time there because I had chosen my  material in a split second, thanks to Dhimo. After that I left him in the cold to warm my self up at the stove… (feeling really sorry for Dhimo)


On Ibiza it is a different story. In terms of Ibiza you have waken up very early (….at 08.30 am present on the market if you don´t have a firm place. For us this means to leave at 08.25. For people who live “far away”, 08.10) 

It´s never been this cold here as in the Netherlands. Oh yes, one complains though…but I have had a stall from 1 January and stood outside all day (eyyy…SAT) without really freezing. So the complaining is a luxury problem, though. You have read it….I sit behind my table weaving beads and because it is not cold, people watch, chat and they are also sure that they will get the undivided attention.


For me, as a therapist, the market is a Mecca. I love human beings, all human! Everyone has a story, his/her own story and all those stories are always interesting!

Even if they do not chat it is magnificent to see the body language, the non-verbal communication. The communication of couples who visit the market walk are really funny now and then. The colours of my stall attracts attention. That is people´s habit, glitter and glamour (color and shine) get attention. But the speed at which (usually) the men think is matchless. You see in fractions of seconds all thoughts flashes on their face, after which immediately the action is present. And I am not talking about once in a while ey, I can surely speak of research in the meantime. Research of a large group even…

The flashes (all in less than 2 minutes!) of the men include:

1st.. Hey what is that 

2nd.. Oh dear…

3rd … I look the other way because if she sees this…

4th.. ..(when the woman runs slower) he pulls her(and this is really firm sometimes)to the other side

5th Standin at another stall (which is not threatening for him) and talk to her (distract her) while she, also with flashes, looks at my stall each time (the colors and shine) 

6th he looks at his watch and will continue the walk  … soooooooo they go 

At first I thought , “Ey what a dominant guy “. The second time I thought, “really such a macho Spaniard” (ehhh judging….). At the third I thought “huh, a Dutchman who treats his wife this way?” And then I decided to just look and see how often this actually happened. Now I see that (mostly) men see the bling bling (lots of color and gloss) very far in advance. They seem to see this markets simply as a war zone. For comedians, this would be a fantastic item for their show. You can fill in an evening.

Eye opener

Really an eye opening experience for me. What also happened, since I have men bracelets there are men who also want to look at my stall and now they seem to have less problems by letting their wife also have a look. It has something to do with “when there is something for me, it is ok for you to look as well”

Indeed, this cast will never change. And in this century the alternative cavemen techniques are still on, it will never be different . And let’s face it ey, the women let this behavior, to my amazement, just happen! Women do (at least a large group) not expect or want equality. In that non-verbal attitude you see a clear difference in equality. I’m not talking about a balance, because undoubtedly this will be rectified at home on another point, but purely seeing what prevails (the interest of the men or the interest of the woman), you may presume that there is still a subordination of women.


Clear, very clear, is also that my work as counseller/coach no way is ending. I will continue to work until I drop dead, because of that group of people where I talked about, is maybe 75% happy in that condition … but those 25% who are not at all happy with the situation … They will sooner or later be knocking at the door for help, with me or another therapist …


So, in short, the market on Ibiza has everything for my being,  but only because the market is here, on Ibiza, in this climate. For me, it’s a win-win situation:

  • good weather
  • homely
  • observation
  • lovely weaving with my beads  (for me meditative)
  • chatting with a great diversity of people (a delight to hear their story) and
  • generating an income, which is lovely as well….

Lucky me, Saturday I am there again,

maybe I see you at Las Dalias or San Joan 

Curious for all our activities on the lovely island, just browse through our website. Who knows we welcome you in our B&B or retreat.

Old Year – New Year

The old year-the new year

As almost everyone does at the end of the year, we make up our mind. How did it go last year …are we going to do the same, do we have to change some or are we going to change radically.roer-omgooien

Departure Ibiza

It is clear that we have reversed our life in 2015/2016 with our departure to Ibiza. The Cosmos was in a good mood and the move ran like clockwork. Our goal was very rosy, we wanted to have a thriving practice within half a year. Of course we knew that this was a very ambitious plan. No one knew who we were on Ibiza, indeed … bioresonance … What is that??!! So I threw myself on the marketing. That this worked was clear after a short time. People saluted us, and we didn’t know who they were. Once in conversation came the fame of the marketing strategy. In short, marketing works for the brand recognition, so that we continued.


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What can Cosmos do for me?!


kosmos-5Cosmos, universe, allness, etc. That are concrete words. What actually is meant is the wholeness of the energy that we all “know” . That part of “our humanity” what is never lost. Nature is so a mighty. The creations made by nature are never created to delete them again. That little computer inside us is never imitated. With all our knowledge of technology people have never succeeded to copy that thinking of us, our soul. And even, when that would happen, we are already so much more developed in our thinking, that the developers still will run behind the facts.
How beautiful is that ….


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