Darkness

The time of darkness is among us. The days are getting shorter and colder. The darkness is winning from the lightness. 

Waking up and coming home in the absence of light.

The green grass is finally coming along and i didn’t stop digging. Euralia has is final shape.  The last demolition work is ended . The driveway is completely cleared and i have even a second parking spot , not that i needed one these days.

I’m having three jobs at the time. Toyota package delivery guy, restoration worker at the lindestreet and designer of funobjects. If all those three jobs would be payed i would be needed that second parking spot for my second car. But hè , three is the magic number not.

My time is divided between those three things and on a rare occasion i managed to go to the church. It was time to find religion again after been kicked out the church thirty years ago. I especially went to Maastricht to see the light again. And a moment i saw the light again .

But with all that light, there is still a dark empty spot.  

Driving home with a new believe in a empty car. The nights are cold and the things to share are only shared between me and my imaginary friend without teeth.

Time to hibernate is amongst us. Time to forget and to lock things away. To start dreaming about the new light found in a new religion. To see how my grass will be green and the first  plants are growing again instead of dying away and getting ready to hibernate.

Godfather part 5

It’s been a while again. I have been to busy with to many projects on the same time that i forgot about my journey. So time to give a little big update.

I have been digging dirt for the last months and feeding my chickens 1kg of worms a day, almost chopping there head of with my shovel. But level two of my garden of eve is ready. Just the green grass is missing. Level three and the final one is a project that will be done in the third year that i’m owner of my non existing farm in little Loksbergen.

My past Australian knowledge of bush work is been used a few times over here in a modernised European country. With just basic knowledge and simple tools i manage to lift a few tons of concrete in the correct place and the main entrance became a fact.

In the mean time i lost my chickens some where on the road. I stopped shovelling and

suddenly they were gone with the wind. During the following days i just keep looking out for them, crying out, feeding and much more, But they were definitely gone to better places . They took there backpack full of eggs and hit the road. Are they all departing from a sinking ship and the captain stays still the end , i don’t know. But i know where the expressions no luck with the chicks comes from now.

But the biggest update is that i became godfather the last month. My sister became the proud owner of a big boy named Tristan. So a next generation of Hertsens is being putted on the earth. A good thing or not , it’s reality.

My task as godfather will be definitely putting some Australian roots in Tristan, the only thing i hope for is that one day i m not waking up with a dead horse head in my bed.

Intermezzo

A short intermezzo in a time of mixed emotions and no spare time.

I had to give a update. My blog becomes more and more a personnel diary, a notebook to write down the things that happens to me. Once a while i just come back to it , to read it again and to be amazed that those things really happened to me.

I mentioned that my hardest year was over, but what was i wrong, it looks like it even gets harder. 

Twice in my life i have made a big step in my life. I moved to Australia with a loved one, and moved back to Belgium to a loved one. And both times our roads together took a different turn to individual bush tracks .  So i learned my lesson, i never gonna move again.  I'm happy that i had those "rainbow" times, and they always will have that special spot in the heart that you never will forget.

So , i’m back again to square zero. New again in a country where the economy is in downfall, where things cost more then you are able to earn and a home where the council refuse it’s existence.

The only thing that’s left over are my children. The only thing i still have and believe in. A project that slowly gets to an end and is gonna go public in a few months. There is still a lot to do about it. Ideas are put together on the computer. And one day i hope they will be real. Thanks to the support of my parents and sis , i have been able to get that far. Otherwise it would have all been just dreams. 

The feeling of being isolated is never been so big. I spend two years on my own in the outback, but never felt alone, because Australians doesn’t care about sub cultures. 

So now it’s time to find my own sub group. I feel like i’m a new born , just a ripped out paper that has to find the right book with that missing page. But where the hell can i find this book.

closing 2014

How amazing is time, another year just went by.

One year my feet are walking on Belgian soil and they walked in every direction you can think off. 

If i think about my highlights of 2014 , there are a few things that are popping up. 

The search of a job and my never-ending story with the city council. 

A few health problems like losing my perfect eye sight , my fight with the 6 mm drill and destruction of a few teeth's on a hard sandwich.

The adaption to the Belgian soil was harder then i ever would have thought. The last half year i’m sitting at the window looking at the grey sky. If you are used to wake up the last 7 years and always feel the heat of a warm sun on your skin it becomes a second energy source to get trough the day.

Wondering when the rainbow comes back again and feel the sun warming your body.

Twenty fourteen, i would call it my hardest year of my fourthy six . But i knew the moment that i stepped on the plane to leave the sun , it would be two hard years that gonna follow and i managed to survive one already. The hardest one is already gone. To get a grip on the Belgian soil and to start the projects that were living in my head full of dreams. i’m half way with my projects . Thirteen pieces are almost ready to walk out the non existing farm in Loksbergen. 

Twothousandfourteen , yep, i’m happy to close that one down. The sky is blue and the landscape i missed for seven years is in front of my eyes. A white blanket is laying before me. Ready to be written by our new actions in the new year. 

So my dear few consistent readers, i wish you all a good start  with the start of writing the most beautiful and heavenly stories on that new white blanket .

so f%&k the old year and let 2015 come.

Dream it, believe it, achieve it