When I fall away…

When I fall away…

When I fall awayall else falls awayand all that’s left is all there is. That’s why we need our barriersour egoour illusions – so we don’t drownin all that is.   ©️ Brigitte van Tuijl    Enter your email to get FREE weekly (ish) updates on doing...
The joy of being alive

The joy of being alive

The joy of being aliveis the joy ofseeing the windmove through my laundryon my balconywhile carsin the streetand hammeringfrom the construction site nearby. Yet still the windblows through my shirtsa pair of pants. They movelike nothing ever didand nothing ever...