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Another rising Spanish sun sends greetings from behind the mountains Waking up rooster and hens As it spreads its warming wings long. Sky changes from grey and blue To sparkling bright silvers Offering to be open for the new Aware of swaying tree tops, rolling waves and flowing rivers. (Tarifa/Peña, April 2026)

The twinkles of sunrise are dancing on the sea Creating a happy song With soft waves carrying the melody And together gently bringing light and smiles into the young morning. (Inspired by Alexandria Manalo’s line Summer stars strewn as flower petals” from “Cursive”) (Manilva, Spain, April 2026)

I am frolicking under the waterfall of the pool In the waves of the ocean Along the roads of the mountains And through endless hills of olive trees. I am frolicking along with the new New colors, new smells, new tastes, new smiles and eyes. Frolicking even in the cold nights To not sit inside a door that doesn’t open. (Inspired by Alexandria Manalo’s line “Be sure to frolic…” from “Wanderlust”) (Manilva, Spain April 2026)

Feeling wrong I am channeling Inspiration I hear the bird that needs no sleep I smell the honeysuckle that makes the path I walk sweet My eyes marvel at the blues of the ocean On my skin I feel the warmth of the sun This unity reminds me that I belong. (Inspired by Alexandria Manalo’s line “Channeling inspiration” from “Birdbath and Lanterns”) (Casa VAlle de Oro, Villanueva de Algaídas, Spain, April 2026)

On the road again, with a rented campervan from Roadsurfer. Very uncomplicated. I started in Sevilla, had a bit of a hiccup with the first camping spot, but found a safe space before it got too dark southwest of Seville with Carlos in his magical garden. Next day I moved on to my favorite spot on an olive farm near Villanueva de Algaídas: "Casa de Valle Oro" southeast of Sevilla towards Malaga. In addition to a few yurts and two casitas, Tatienne and Joost have one spot

and then there is this..... Step X,Y,Z.... unpack and again sorting into "keep", "donate", "put into basement", "throw out"... It's a looooong way to go to get from "I am selling my house" to arriving in your new place. But it's worth it, because this is what awaits me outside my door (the one that is 2 floors below me)...

The first step is feeling and saying out loud: I am moving. Moving out and Moving on. Second step is sorting your belongings into "keep", donate", "sell", "throw out". Third step is questioning: Is it the right decision? Am I doing the right thing? Fourth step is keep going. Just keep going. Fifth step is dealing with apotential buyers. Sixth step is questioning again: Am I doing the right thing? Why am I doing it? Why do I want change? This was a good life, why change i

What a wise and clever sentence on the top of a moving truck! This was "my" moving truck. Moving from a 4 BR house to a 2BR walk-up apartment.... I saw that sentence on the top of that truck from my new living room window, and it made me smile, on a very difficult day.

I sold my house. The house that was my peaceful oasis after my divorce. The house and garden, that I tried to offer peace to my children for 13 years. I hope I succeeded, at least partially. It's time for change. Nothing is going to change, if I do not take a first step myself. As painful as it may be. And it is painful. I won't lie. I am trusting in the power of change. I know there is space to grow, to change and to expand; privately and professionally. In the process

I am learning... As Adam Grant writes, "Think Again" we do grow from the not knowing... I hope, I will figure this out and then can send...

trying to build the website is not as easy as I thought...