Successful

Horse riding. The Olympics. Creating. Directing. Painting. A picture. “How do you feel now that the Olympics are over?” A very dear friend of mine from NY e-mailed me. She knew it held great significance for me being in a town in the middle of the two towns who hosted the 2010 Olympics.

“Ok.” I replied and I continued:”Since I’ve come full circle with it, I’ve lost interest.” I guess that is what happens once you see things for what they are, you can easily let it go. It returns to love. Everything that is, is love. The Olympics just are. No longer do I attach to that story. With that; I’ve come full circle.

After the Olympics are always the Paralympics. Like an after-birth. Or aftershocks after an earthquake. They are no less important, but it seems like they are less intense, less noticed. But as with everything; there is sacred geometry in this. And without yin there is no yang. Without all, there would never be nothing. Without alpha no omega. One can not exist without the other. Like perfection can not exist without imperfection.

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Did I go for Gold during the Olympics? I don’t know. The medal ceremony hasn’t happened for me yet. Brings me to something which for years, I forgot. Was I ten? I remember I was horse-riding. I loved it. Especially when I first got my own horse. But she was never really my own. She stayed with me at my parent’s farm. I took care of the horse and rode it. But the real owners didn’t want to sell her because she was special. And she was. She was very special to me. She took care of me more than I took care of her. Her name was Arabella. A beautiful black welsh-Arabian, with very long manes.

One late afternoon me and my childhood friend Brenda and I are sitting on our horses on top of two manufactured hills. That’s where we came up with the idea. Every year we’d have this big horse-riding tournament with Germans. It was the thing to look forward to. It would last a weekend and the families involved would all host a German horse-riding competitor just as the Germans would do when we, the Dutchies, would come to Germany to compete. On top of that hill; we created something very special, something magical. We’d create a kur on music. We’d create a dressage-program on music, while riding our horses dressed as angels. And we’d perform it during the tournament. I don’t know what got into us, how old were we? Ten? But we did it. And it was a great succes. We got a spectacular ovation. I felt so happy, so relaxed. And it felt so natural, so easy to do. I can’t believe I forgot about this succes.

Success. Success is when you love what you do and do what you love. I’m there. I’m successful. I love what I do and I do what I love. And I’m doing it ‘n sync with my own horse. And it happens when I am.

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I can’t help but wonder;”What’s with the Paralympics? And why are my eyes so damn itchy?!”