Saturday, 4 November 2017

Be mine


Yes, slowly getting back on my feet again and the sense of adventure and dominance and lust are coming back again. I cannot begin to tell how rewarding that is, and how thankful I am for that. And this picture, these words say it all how I feel right now..

Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Politics is just a game

I have been watching quite a few episodes of Game of Thrones of late. The world of Dragons, the Undead, the King of Fire, is so strange and so far from ours. And yet, the President of Kinglanding is making a pact with the King of the East to get to the iron throne.

And in the South Pudgemont is making is people crazy with the idea they can get independent and after the independence nothing will change, except that the Catalonians will be an independent republic.And if that plan, that riot doesn't go as planned, they flee to other country and:

Former Catalan regional President Carles Puigdemont was in a “discreet and secure place” in Brussels on Monday, the same day that Spain’s attorney general filed charges against him for rebellion, Catalan government sources told local broadcaster TV3.

In the Game of Thrones people flee all the time but usually they do not make it to the end of the season. It leads always to violence amongst their loyal supporters. With a "president" in exile "to speak freely" the chances are that his supporters will support him with the violence that comes from impotence. 

And the people of the Seven Kingdoms, they have to stand there and watch how the politicians play their game of power.


Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Memories

I like this poem by Louise Bailey very much. Last year I said I would post on September 12th a post for all those who have been gone and sometimes even forgotten. That is not good nor bad, as life goes on and it is not good to stand still in time. Times moves on and so does your life. It is a year already since we have lost Appy and his wonderful blogs about his Sunday (morning) activities. And in remembrance of him and of all the bloggers we have lost over time, but not in our hearts, this is for them.


I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak anymore
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.

I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak anymore
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/memories
I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak anymore
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/memories

Memories

©
Published: February 2006
I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak anymore
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/memories

Memories

©
Published: February 2006
I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak anymore
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/memories

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Sunshine

As I look outside my window the sun is shining bright on the other houses opposite mine. Around 12:00 or so it will reach my garden and some two hours later my house will be lit and warmed by the sun.

It seems an appropriate metaphor for what is going on in my life right now. It has been a long time since Wanita and I have played again. For a long time I even didn't feel like having sex at all. Much less wanting to write about it. I simply could not find the energy to enjoy it. Strange how something as important in our lives as our D/s play can completely vanish if something like health changes. How important was it anyway? Was it just to pass the time because we had nothing else to do? Or was it as meaningful as we always considered it to be? 

I don't know the answer to that one. The sun is behind the clouds as I look outside now. And yes, we have picked up our vanilla pleasure, and I have tried the Master/Wanita thing several times. Alas as you all well know, it can only be good if you pour your heart and soul in it. And I couldn't. It felt a bit like being impotent and there is no Viagra in the world that can cure it. I do have enough self confidence left that I will not let it destroy my self image. I have my family and friends to thank for that the way I look upon myself has not changed much. I am not familiar with any depression feelings, never have been, and always think in the end the sun will come out and do it's work.

And so I think I will have to wait until after 12:00 hours until the sun comes back into my garden once again so I can sit outside and soak the warmth in my body.
As the sun will come back every day and try every day to shine in my garden, I know this has been a lousy summer with lots and lots and lots of rain so the sun stayed in the backgound. But I know it is there just waiting for the clouds to move on to Germany. Or Belgium. Or the UK, or... where ever.

And so I just have to be patient.

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Whispering again

It has been so long, it feels strange writing in my blog again. I have been so out of touch with all of you, and much longer than I anticipated. It is just that I had no energy to write or keep my blog up to date. I must have been a combination of private life, work and wanting to write a post each day of the week. And as my private life and work has priority over my blog, I decided to take it easy for a while.

And so I did. For more than three years I kept my blog up to date with all the memories I wanted to keep, to share all things that I thought nice or funny or important to share. Sometimes with many people on my blog sometimes with a few. I never cared much about the numbers, I just wanted to record whatever I thought was nice to keep in some way. But as my days were full and full of stress the daily blog changed from a relieve valve into a duty and I felt I had too little time for keeping the blog my little one. Anyway you may have noticed I had to stop for a while.

And yes, I have been so very tired. As ashes burnt to the ground and laying there waiting for the wind to scatter all of it. So I went to an intense period of doing nothing at all. Now doing nothing is not something that comes naturally for me. My Calvinistic upbringing and the morals from my family says very clearly that you have to go on, even if you are tired, because we all are tired sometimes. So go on Han, you are not made of porcelain. But I simply could not, even if I wanted to. So I took my rest.

In my rest period I kept working though. I was months away last year because of my gallbladder problems, and I could not afford to stop working again for months. But I was open to my work about my problems, and often if you are opening up to other people, you will receive openness back. And I did, people understood that sometimes I needed some time off, I needed rest, and I could go to from work a bit early or just work a bit from home. I did not have any energy to go with my bike 90 minutes to work and 90 minutes from work each day. People told me how nice it would be if I kept some daily exorcize but 3 hours a day on the bike was just too much. I could not do it. So I went with public transportation (with all the delays it simply has, smile) to work each day.

Slowly some of my strength comes back. My memory loss is getting better. I still am blocked sometimes, I totally forget the sentence that I started, but it is getting better slowly I think. In the hospital new investigations showed there was a small problem with the decreasing dopamine in my brain that could well be the beginning of Parkinson's disease. They are not sure yet what it is. I am going for a second opinion to a doctor in the Alzheimer Centre in Amsterdam. It is an academic hospital and they are more used dealing with vague complaints... I have an appointment somewhere in October.

But first I go on holiday the last three weeks of September. I look forward to it. In the meantime I will try to post each week if I can and read some of all your blogs to see how you are doing, because I missed you. Thank you to all that reached out to me, it is much appreciated. Understand that if I did not answer you, it was not that I did not wanted to, but simply because I could not.

Have a wonderful sunny Sunday.

Saturday, 3 June 2017

Sound of Silence

After blogging everyday for a while you might have noticed I have been silent. The reason is not that I ran out of items to blog about, or just didn't like it any more. The reason for it is just psychical, I'm afraid.
I just don't have the energy at the moment. I wish I had, but my body is telling me to slow down. So I will listen for a change, and hope this feeling disappears just as fast as it came. I will just rest now, and hope to see all of you very soon again.

Thursday, 11 May 2017

OG3NE

Tonight is the second semi final of the European Song Contest. If you have never ever seen it, it's a kind of Idols, Xfactor kind of thing but it's old. Ancient. And "millions of viewers all over the world" are watching it. Let me lend a bit from the official website to tell you how it works:


Song contest explained

This year in May, 42 countries will each send one musical act to Kyiv, Ukraine, where the 62nd Eurovision Song Contest will take place. Each participating broadcaster that represents their country has chosen their performer (maximum six people) and song (maximum three minutes, not released before 1 September, 2016) through a national televised selection, or through an internal selection. Each country is free to decide if they send their number-one star or the best new talent they could find. They have to do so before mid-March, the official deadline to send in entries.
The winner of the Eurovision Song Contest will be chosen through two Semi-Finals (9 and 11 May) and a Grand Final (13 May).


Traditionally, six countries are automatically pre-qualified for the Grand Final. The so-called 'Big Five' — France, Germany, Italy, Spain and the United Kingdom — and the host country.
The remaining countries will take part in one of the two Semi-Finals. From each Semi-Final, the best ten will proceed to the Grand Final. This brings the total number of Grand Final participants to 26.
Curious about last year's Grand Final? Enjoy the show!
Each act must sing live, while no live instruments are allowed.
After all songs have been performed, each country will give two sets of 1 to 8, 10 and 12 points; one set given by a jury of five music industry professionals, and one set given by viewers at home. Viewers can vote by telephone, SMS and through the official app.
To keep things fair, you cannot vote for your own country. 


Only those countries who take part in the respective Semi-Final vote, along with three of the six pre-qualified countries. Which countries take part and vote in which Semi-Final is determined by the so-called Semi-Final Allocation Draw in late January.
In the Grand Final, juries and viewers from all 42 participating countries can vote again, after the 26 finalists have performed. Once the voting window has closed, the presenters will call upon spokespersons in all 42 countries and ask them to reveal their jury points live on air.
Next, viewers' points from all 42 countries will be added up, and revealed from the lowest to the highest, culminating into a climax that will eventually reveal the winner of the 62nd Eurovision Song Contest. 


The winner will perform once again, and take home the iconic glass microphone trophy. The winning country will traditionally be given the honour of hosting next year's Eurovision Song Contest. 



Tradition

So the rating is with points. And it's tradition so watch each and every song contest and have your family members rate them. 1 = waste of time  10 = the best song I have ever heard. And yes, we always give 10 points to our own small country. We are not allowed according to European Rules, but we have our own rules. We did rate them when I was a kid and my father would make all countries in a long row and our names and scores next to it. Now I do it at home. Did I said sometime before I love traditions? In 1975 we won the contest for the last time. With Teach Inn Dingedong.




This Year

Every year we are convinced we will win this year. Not only our little family but all families in Holland know that. And each year we are very, very disappointed we end at somewhere around 30th place. This year we have three sisters and they sing very nice. And the are rising in the bookmakers polls! This year we have a fair shot at winning, I know we will. But first the semi-finals tonight. You know who will be watching...





Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Not all those who wander are lost

My colleague at work has this quote in her signature. It is from  "All That is Gold Does Not Glitter" that is a poem written by J. R. R. Tolkien for his great novel The Lord of the Rings. It describes Aragorn, son of Arathorn. The poem reads:
    All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Dreams

Mysterious shapes, with wands of joy and pain,
Which seize us unaware in helpless sleep,
And lead us to the houses where we keep
Our secrets hid, well barred by every chain
That we can forge and bind: the crime whose stain
Is slowly fading ’neath the tears we weep;
Dead bliss which, dead, can make our pulses leap—
Oh, cruelty! To make these live again!
They say that death is sleep, and heaven’s rest
Ends earth’s short day, as, on the last faint gleam
Of sun, our nights shut down, and we are blest.
Let this, then, be of heaven’s joy the test,
The proof if heaven be, or only seem,
That we forever choose what we will dream!

Helen Hunt Jackson 
(1830-1885)
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