Jaren geleden keek ik al eens naar broodfondsen, die toen net een beetje ontstonden in Nederland. Broodfondsen zijn verenigingen voor wederzijdse hulp bij arbeidsongeschiktheid. Gebaseerd op kleine groepen, die elkaar kennen en vertrouwen, en die bij nood elkaar geld schenken. Door een berichtje op Mastodon over een op te richten broodfonds in Leeds (UK), waar aan Nederlandse voorbeelden werd gerefereerd, kwam ik terecht op Broodfonds.nl waar inmiddels zo’n 500 groepen te vinden zijn, met zo’n 25.000 ondernemers. Dat is een flinke groei aan initiatieven.

Voorjaar 2019 blijkt er bovendien een groep te zijn opgericht in mijn woonplaats, die nog leden zoekt. Ik ben nieuwsgierig, zowel naar hoe het concept in de praktijk tot uitdrukking komt, als (en vooral) naar andere ondernemers in de stad. Een mailtje gestuurd om mijzelf eens uit te nodigen voor een kennismaking.

Finally got myself a shredder for the garden. I’ve been pruning the laurel today. A few times per year there’s a lot of pruning to be done, like recently the apple tree. I didn’t want to spent a lot of time again cutting the stems and branches back to a size that fit the waste container. And besides throwing away all that green material seemed a waste in itself.

So when I was done pruning the laurel and saw the heap of branches I cut, I measured the biggest branch and with the 3yr old visited the hardware store to get a shredder that could take it all.

With the shredder I made short work of it, and ended up with a very fragrant bag full of shredded laurel branches and leaves. I added it all back as mulch to the garden, which insects (now temperatures are dropping) and worms will enjoy. Much better than throwing it in the bin. A pleasing act, I found. The tribe of blue tits that uses our apple tree as a meeting place seemed in agreement, chattering above my head.

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On my way back to the parking lot after getting a hair cut yesterday, on a whim I walked into the Flehite Museum to see what was on. A nice surprise was the exhibit of 100 works of Engelbert L’Hoëst (1919-2008), a local artist. Colorful expressive work. What spoke to me most were the night views of the sea he made in Portugal. Playing with how the moonlight can set strong accents.

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Three ships, Portugal, 1975

Also a really nice touch were a few facsimiles of diary notes the artist made.

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I don’t have a style, because every moment of life is different again. …. I have always remained seeking.

And, this one that led to my conclusion below.

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It is evening, a dark sky, some light further away. I hear the first tones of a bird starting a song. Again I see the spring nearing in my garden. My studio is full of excitement of what is about to come.

As E and I discussed this over dinner last night, my conclusion was it is really useful and good to share as much of your creative expressions and observations as possible, jot it all down, however trivial they might seem at the moment of making them. It provides glimpses into thoughts, processes, and are of value as such to those near and after you.

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Self portrait of/by Engelbert L’Hoëst, 1957

With our 3yr old I visited the zoo yesterday. It was a chilly but beautiful sunny day and we explored the zoo together for 5 hours. Driving a little electric car on her own, taking the zoo train and riding a dolphin on the merry-go-round. Pancake for lunch obviously.

Biggest adventures were walking the rope bridge over the bear pit,

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and following a hidden trail she discovered which led over tree stems across a pond, through a little cave and what she called the ‘jungle’, to the very back corner of the tiger enclosure (a path dimensioned more to her length than my so I had to duck most of the way). There we came upon a sleeping tiger which we watched and discussed for a long while.

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