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Some things are rushing into existence, others out of it. Some of what now exists is already gone. Change and flux constantly remake the world, just as the incessant progression of time remakes eternity.

We find ourselves in a river. Which of the things around us should we value when none of them can offer a firm foothold?

Like an attachment to a sparrow: we glimpse it and it’s gone.

And life itself: like the decoction of blood, the drawing in of air. We expel the power of breathing we drew in at birth (just yesterday or the day before), breathing it out like the air we exhale at each moment.

— Meditations, Marcus Aurelius

Blogging hasn’t been the highest of priority, as I unfortunately came down with the seasonal flu. On the upside this gave ample opportunity to dip into movies of the past such as Dangerous Liasons with Glenn Close. A cinematic feast both visually and intellectually, its script still remains unsurpassed in its genre. Such as this little gem…

You’ll find the shame is like the pain – you only feel it once

I use my blog invariably for self-serving purposes. These posts spring from out of pure boredom, to being a creative outlet, to noting down occasions worth remembering….and sometimes they are just….like this post….a note to self. That going for a Gillian Anderson’s Stella Gibson hairstyle in the Fall works wonderfully if you are a blonde in your 40’s.

Secondly that the Fall is an exceptionally good serie, which has gripped me ever since finishing the first installment of Netflix’ Mindhunter (waiting with eager anticipation for the next series).

Thirdly that Amsterdam’s the Duchess is still a restaurant to recommend if you are after a cosmopolitan experience (not to mention the cocktail itself ;).

Now on that note…

my own interpretation…

…of Stella

…I can’t help thinking about you

After another sleepless night which I spend mostly catching up on the emails I didn’t get around to last weekend, I finally drag myself to the cross trainer with my laptop tucked under the arm. It stands downstairs so the chill is unmistakable. The cold temperatures certainly awakes me, so much that instead of putting on a playlist and leaf through my social media accounts, I go straight to the Guardian and click on the article promising news on last night’s Golden Globe. it opens up with a speech from Oprah and what a speech at that. It certainly sits up there with Obama, JFK and Martin Luther King. I must have watched it at least 3 times over as it lasted my entire 35 minute workout.

So, I want tonight to express gratitude to all the women who have endured years of abuse and assault because they, like my mother, had children to feed and bills to pay and dreams to pursue.

The truth couldn’t echo more loud and clear.

Please watch the speech in its full entirety. I just wonder (and hope), when will we see #oprahforpresident?

Those we love don’t go away, They walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near, Still loved, still missed and forever dear.

I’m so blessed to have had two loving, strong and intelligent women in my life. Margite & Pia (mormor and mamma), not a day goes by without thinking of you

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