Tag Archives: OctPoWriMo2019


There’s so much to think about
a gazillion thoughts
parallel universes
missed opportunities
dangers to control

Compared to those
there’s not much
to feel about – only the moment


I’ll start

trusting that

a little


I photographed this door during a PSEN workshop in Amsterdam, at the end of May this year. I hadn’t posted for #ThursdayDoor in a while I believe, but I knew I wanted to take this door home for later use. If you can, zoom in and study the sculpting above the doors. It’s an absolute pleasure to look at.

At octpowrimo.com the prompt for today is breathe. This poem was written after a PSEN day. We do a lot of breathing there, to support the deep work we do. The workshop in Amsterdam was called Transgenerational Haunting
How Unresolved Ancestral Trauma Can Be Recognized, Understood & Healed. It’s been held in Zagreb since, and will be held in Hamburg, Paris and again Amsterdam. It was so rich in experience and learning that I’d visit all of them if I could.

As it it, I’m struggling to find the money for my second year of the full training program. A friend made me a GoFundMe page, so people can support me to get there. I love her for it, but there’s one thing I’d love even more: to make that money by coaching people. Because I love coaching – and I’m good at it 🙂 Please send me a message if you’re interested – we can come up with a Pay What You Can Afford construction if you need that to make it work.


He let me look
inside his head

walk into dreams
he hadn’t had yet

they woke up fears
I never had

they haven’t walked
out of my head yet

The prompt today at octpowrimo.com was fur babies. I ended up with a weird waltz instead. I’ll include a picture of my cat to compensate 🙂 She’s the feline version of a teenager. She’s great at looking moody. She comes home for food, and then goes out as soon as she can. She’ll ignore any sensible suggestion you make to her. And she is loved. Lots


She wore her underwear
on her sleeve
for all to see
for all to enjoy

Why be shy
was her quizzical question
to no one personal
to no one general

I’m the inventor of upperwear
and I’m proud of it

Today’s prompt at octpowrimo.com was ‘broken’. I have written about my broken foot already and enough posts have been inspired by a brain that felt broken, so today only my picture will be on prompt. The poem seems to have been written May 22nd 2014, at least that’s what my notebook claims. I’m too tired to come up with something new.

Get Well, Reuben Woolley

Yesterday I wrote about Reuben Woolley, today I’ve recorded a poem for him. I’m going to send the poem to him by messaging him through his Facebook Page. I’m sharing the link so you can join us in wishing him well if you like.

Unfortunately there’s another page I need to share, a medical fundraiser for our #OctPoWriMo host Morgan Dragonwillow. Here’s what she wrote today:
“I fell on October 13th and the orthopedist says I, at minimum, stretched/sprained my MCL and possibly tore it and the miniscus. According to the doc, at minimum I can’t work for six weeks and the medical bills are starting to add up as I do not have insurance. Emergency room was $2200, the orthopedist I do not have a total for today yet but I’m sure it is going to be at least several hundred with the x-rays and this special brace, not counting future visits. The MRI is $525 and if I need surgery, a whole lot more will be added. Of course I have my regular bills, aprox. $800 a month, of which I’ll also need help with until I can start working again.

I do not like having to ask for help, but if you can it would be greatly appreciated.”

You can also help by sharing her fundraiser.

If you want to read the poem instead of watching the video, you can find the original here.

Seasonal musings

Shall I compare thee to a summer day?
One of those blazing hot days when you don’t know where to find shelter?
One of those rainy ones when it’s too cold and too grey for the time of the season?

Or shall I compare you to a winter day?
One of those ice cold days when your breath freezes in your lungs?
One of those sleet filled days when every slope is a death trap?

Shall I compare you to an autumn day?
One of those windy days when there’s no hiding from the sound of the blowing wind?
One of those thunder filled days when lightning deforms everything it sheds light on?

I will definitely not compare you to a spring day.
My favourite season.

Our prompt on OctPoWriMo.com was ‘purple’. I’m obviously off prompt. I’m tired, and I already wrote a blog post for Procrastination Coach today. No energy left to write, I leafed through an old note book and found this one.


Raging, haunting
Throughout my body
Will I be disappointed?

Hurt, broken
Hiding in cast
Surgeon checked x-ray today

My day started with a huuuuuuuge fear of disappointment, I was scared out of my wits that the surgeon would have bad news for me today, at my hospital appointment. Instead, he declared that the healing process looks good.

I’m so incredibly and hugely relieved!!!!! It means I’m allowed to let my foot (well, cast) touch the ground again, 108 days after I fell. It still can’t bear any weight, but wooooowwwwww!!!

This will also mean that my dream of continuing my training program in PSEN this year is attainable, practically. The financial part is still a challenge, but a friend made me this: https://www.gofundme.com/f/be-a-ripple-of-healing I’m going to make it happen, somehow! If you like to contribute you can also ask me for a poem, a painting, or a coaching session! After being physically inactive for months I SO want to get back in the world again. If you’d like to talk to me: angela at procrastinationcoach dot net.

An elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is.

Quintessentially Dutch

I identify more
with riding a bike
than with being Dutch
which makes me
very – very – very

I was able to make pictures of this windmill this weekend, thinking ahead for #ThursdayDoors. But what to write about windmills, to turn it into a post for #OctPoWriMo too? I ended up writing about being Dutch. I can assure you it’s really, really, really strange for me to not be able to ride my bike. I’m in my 16th week of not being able to cycle due to my broken foot, and it influences my life immensely. Basically I’m going nowhere. Can’t walk, so no public transport. Can’t use my foot, so not riding a bike. No car driving either. Luckily people take me out for walks, pushing me in a wheel chair (which I could loan through our Dutch health care system).

Tomorrow I will have to find a way to write about the GoFundMe page a friend set up for me. It’s no use having one if I don’t dare to share it…