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SIN KEN KEN No Worries
A READING GIFT FOR YOU (THOUGH YOU CAN PRINT THIS, YOU CAN ENJOY ON YOUR SCREEN)
It’s the season to relax, spend time with loved ones and devote to what makes life so beautiful. It’s that
time to share suggestions of what to read. So, I thought you might enjoy this bundle of my writing.
Though I took two ‘work related, non-fiction’ blog posts, the majority is fiction and mainly poetry. I
hope you will enjoy!
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REFLECTIVE TIMES
Reflective times
impending
the slowing down
we long for
Few days left to Xmas
we rush our shopping
for the stuff we believe in –
do we care for yet more?
Let’s break habits
relax before the season starts
enjoy each other
and the lights
Let’s just linger
not dwell in the window
of the instant purchasing pleasure
that simply blights
Sharing times
arriving
a break from the frantic
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Playing with Language
What is language to you? Do you live, work, dream in one, two, or
even more languages? Is it important to you?
Language is very dear to me. I believe it can have many different forms,
applications and usage. I love playing with language and between
languages. I would love to be more playful with my Dutch and English.
When I was in India a couple of years ago, I loved how people would
use Hindi and English within the same conversation, even within one
sentence. It had a kind of poetic slant to it.
Just over two years ago I set up my own consultancy, with my own
website, working on my own methodology. So far, most of my clients
have mainly been international. It made sense to me to do everything
in English. Also, for over two decades, English had been my working
language. Furthermore, my love for the English language grew during
the many years I lived in London. Combined with – or maybe
particularly related to – the fact that my children were born there,
English became my emotional language.
And, here I am. In addition to serving my clients and writing blog posts,
I have started writing a book, a novel. I have also begun experimenting
with poetry. I have always loved reading, but had not imagined how
much I would enjoy writing. I am surprised how I enjoy playing with
my writing, the editing, revisiting and revising of my written work.
Now comes the ‘confession’, but probably not a surprise, I am writing
in English.
Though the novel that I am writing in English is currently around
50.000 words, I have just started another one, in Dutch. I feel torn
about what language to choose. Not sure why. The novel that I just
started writing needs to be in Dutch. That feels right. The story is set
here in The Netherlands and has to do with my family’s history. It
might have bits and pieces in English. I think I will experiment, be
playful. What do you think?
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EGO
Her voice generated from the deep
an inner cry that came
from the pain of conflict
feelings felt like flames
flowing through her veins
a volcano ready to erupt
His anger generated from the shallow
a superficial tone that came
from the state of ego
statements spat as expressions
uttered through his voice
a glacier ready to melt
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The silence
shrieks right through me
high pitched
A flashlight
of darkness
a wet blanket that suffocates
A slight utterance
might break the delicate balance
a balance designed by default
unspoken
sustaining a reality shaped
unconsciously
Break through or break away?
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THE ART OF FRAMING SUSTAINABILITY
“I opened my eyes. Glimmers of early morning sun peeking through the curtains. I looked
around the cabin. This was the big day, 21st of June 2030. So wonderful that the team had
organized for me to stay right here, just next to the festival area. I opened the door and
looked across the trees onto the beautiful fjord. Celebrating ten years since the great
transition, ten years since humanity managed to create this new sustainable society. New
energy no longer new, ecological farming the norm, animals plenty as they are protected by
human rights. Gross Happiness Index rather than GDP. I thought about Greta, that
determined Swedish girl on a mission. Oh, I have to get going, the conference organisers are
waiting for me!”
This story that I have imagined here, is the way I started my talk 23rd of October at ‘The
Art of Framing Sustainability’, taking place at the Oslo Business School. Many different
speakers had been lined up to explore this theme from different angles. Key takeaways:
- words matter; what words will mobilise more people into action? - should we stop using the word sustainability and ‘invent’ a different one? - the need for a new narrative for our common future
I had been invited to share my thoughts on the power of storytelling, with a focus on
climate storytelling. I spoke in the country where, so many years before, the national
media had framed me on the cover page as the ‘Statoil leader going to the arch enemy
(Greenpeace)’. Most people in Statoil did not understand that I would join ‘the enemy’.
Even at the conference when Peggy Brønn, Professor, Doctor at BI Centre for Corporate
Communications, introduced me, she wondered about the compatibility of these two
roles. Yet, to me there was no such thing. I really sensed, already then, that we are all
together in the story, playing different roles. I had felt the need to take a different role,
feeling accountable to Mother Earth and future generations, and took the plunge to join
Greenpeace.
Regarding the power of stories I spoke about Joseph Campbell and Jonah Sachs. They
believe that the stories we remember, from centuries ago, from oral history, are based on
a particular story architecture. Most stories have a hero, or heroes. This hero often goes
through a rough time, trying to deal with issues, the dark journey. After meeting a mentor,
who provides the hero with a gift, the hero ends up in a good place and often a changed
person. Working at Statoil was quite tough for me, at many different levels. Looking back,
I wonder, was my time at Statoil my dark journey, to frame it in story architecture terms?
When I joined Greenpeace, the organization was campaigning towards COP15. It
campaigned for the energy revolution, its storytelling underlining the urgency. Statoil
had been working on new energy technologies, it had invited Al Gore to Oslo to share his
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‘Inconvenient Truth’ and within the company there were many discussions regarding
climate change. Statoil and Greenpeace were both addressing climate change, each in
their own way. Each in their roles, not necessarily with a view to strike a relationship
with one another, let alone a constructive one. Greenpeace was convinced that its
strength was in ‘calling out’ rather than engaging. It wanted to remain true to their core
of ‘bearing witness’ to crimes larger than the law.
Within the climate movement, Greenpeace was one of the players. Thanks to its climate
storytelling, the climate movement can claim victory in terms of ensuring awareness. At
the same time, the movement might have stimulated climate sceptics by its way of
campaigning, choice of images and by the language it used. After all, when pushed into
the role of a villain, you become defensive, you close down, unable to hear the other.
Looking through the lenses of the story architecture, we are living in the dark journey.
There are plenty of examples: draughts, floods, heat, hurricanes, loss of wildlife, food
issues, etc. Let us acknowledge the gift, the gifts that many are actually trying to show
us: green jobs, new energy, more time, less consumption, more connection, basic
income, just to name a few. Ultimately we can get through!
Hence, I believe that communication professionals have an amazing opportunity to
contribute to shaping our common future, but they need to be mindful when choosing
their words; because, as Lao Tzu, Chinese philosopher said, they will come true:
“Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch
your actions; they become habit. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your
character; it becomes your destiny.”
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In all the jobs I have had, I had the role of a change agent. I believe that change for good
can come from many different places and many different players, which is why I work
across sectors. I believe in the power of stories. They can help us get to a new society, a
new model. We need to get better at story sharing and our ability to listen to one another.
I also believe that writers will contribute significantly and that fiction will be crucial.
Fiction allows us to imagine.
I hope that my story will come true:
“It’s 2030, celebrating ten years since the great transition, ten years since humanity
managed to create this new sustainable society. The tipping point had been Greta, a
determined Swedish girl on a mission, who had turned out not to be another poster child.”
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Sing Ken Ken, mam,
No worries, Such darkness in your face Relax, no hurry You’re on holiday, slow the pace
I tremble, shiver and know I should After all, I am here Having already put All that CO2 into the atmosphere
Such worrying look, mam
You have thoughts ready to burst I am so very puzzled On Bali miracles and happiness float first
I try shaking off my guilty cloak But it’s wearing too well I peek, look at my bloke Who send me a ‘relax honey’ spell
Traveling takes me away from everyday have to’s Going beyond current horizons, into dreaming Flocked with new inspiration and go to’s Baptized with new thinking
Another drink, mam?
His eyes gentle, little inquisitive Papaya juice, mango or watermelon? I tell myself – open up, be a bit more sensitive
Psychedelic tours – seemingly - offer analogous effects Sensated away from copious to do’s
I could try that next Embark on a new passage of breaking taboos Amazing option to be fair New destinations as part of a trip No need to travel anywhere Leaving no real footprint, how hip
Yet, I'd miss connecting with the other Their cuisine, their art, their pun Admiring the colours of their fabulous nature To feel the light and warmth of the sun
I adore exploring, shake off the cloak, and embrace the pit
fall Sing Ken Ken – no worries
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Magic in Moonlight
Mum shaped magic in moonlight. Following the cycle, she miracled every week. New
moon, first quarter moon, full moon, last quarter moon. Full moon ceremonies her forte.
We were always joined by guests, invited and uninvited. Eternally. Heraklia was
celebrated everywhere. Her fame spread beyond the sacred grounds of our farm castle,
which lay in the middle of the Dark Woods. Birch tree after birch tree, sparingly a pine
tree. Black birds, crows, hares, foxes, beetles, spiders. They were our neighbours. The
nearest human village 20 miles away. One cobbled stone road led to us and was hard to
find. The entrance to the woods hidden away. Yet plenty of people had been able to find
us. Well, they had found Heraklia, The Witch from Bedazzleheim.
It was Beltane: receiving the power of life in its fullness. Mum’s apprentice, I had put the
selected minerals, crystals and candles at the right spots, spread the herbs and put decks
of tarot cards on the tiny wooden tables that were scattered across the courtyard. Fresh
wood in the fire place, a large circle of stones, right in the centre of the square. Later that
night it would become the phantom of fire. It always did. Mum’s altar held a large orange
candle, a vase with orange lilies and a couple of fake, yet ever so real looking, crows. The
sound system was playing Enigma. Mum tended to combine what might seem unrelated,
like classical byzantine music with witchcraft. Maybe it was one of the things that made
her so appealing. It had just turned seven o’clock and the first visitors were already
appearing. Early arrivals wearing large black capes, dark make-up, rings with skulls and
pentagrams, many pentagrams. Later on, white visitors would join, bringing along a more
uplifting energy. They always did. How binary. Dad and Joshua had not yet returned. It
was still early.
Every year we embraced Beltane: the greening of the world, importance of youthfulness,
the flourishing of our planet. Heraklia had ruled over our upbringing, including my dad’s.
In a manner of speaking, of course. From a young age on I had wondered whether
Heraklia had always been so devoted to witchcraft. How could a witch marry an
accountant?! I remembered seeing admiration in dad’s eyes when we were still very
small.
We had grown up living with the moon. For Joshua and me laying out tarot cards was like
brushing our teeth. Dad had always kept some kind of a distance. He would join the full-
moon ceremonies, to please Heraklia, I think. In our early teens, Joshua had moved closer
to dad. He had tried very hard to take me along. What initially seemed their devotion to
the numerology side of tarot, turned into playing with numbers the mathematical way.
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Dad had argued that the two of them devoted themselves to the other side of magic. Mum
had said he was focusing too much on his ordinary job as an accountant. Dad and Joshua
would sometimes go away, to the village and beyond, to the city, far away from our sacred
space. Client visits, dad told us. Mum had become less insistent on having the two of them
join into her cycles. The full moon ceremony, however, remained sacred.
The night darkened. Clouds came floating by, covering the full moon in all her brightness.
And yet her power omnipresent. The visitors in white started to arrive. Women wearing
orange streaks in their hair. Men with orange ribbons. Throughout the square, around
the fireplace, the black participants moved closer together, making place for the white
guests. A mix of energies. It was nine o’clock. Time to turn off the music. I looked around
me. No trace of dad and Joshua.
And there she was, Heraklia. Mum was wearing her big black cape. Bits of orange daisies
knitted onto it. Her long blond hair wild around her head, an aura. The whispering
morphed into silence immediately. She glided towards the fireplace and stood still next
to her altar. Her deck of tarot cards in her hands. She looked around. Miniscule smile. She
looked up to the moon, spread her arms. She looked down again and around. I could tell
she was searching. She shuffled her cards. All eyes on her. A card fell. I could see her
reflex, very brisk. A Great Arcana card had fallen: number 13, a karmic number: the death.
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Autumn leaves
Divine scattered lush
Rainbow remnants of a vibrant past
Stars spread across the sky
Receiving a next truth
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IT HAD BEEN LONG IN THE MAKING It would be clay, Viktor said. perfect for designing our new home, because we should go away. Away from the hectic, into the quiet. so clear about our next destination, out there my love.
The city, its culture, its cafés, its clashes, duality - the hymn I love.
Viktor said enough was enough he would take up flying, like an eagle.
I said we are needed here, disruptors work the transformation, wait.
There are 17 SDGs sustainable development goals, which the power brokers agreed upon
Water, energy, poverty goals, education, gender equality, climate action, can’t tackle one without the other It’s all a system we need systems change take a systemic approach
2025 is looming 2025 is dooming
I agreed, to take the chance go off the grid
We had been long in the making
2013 Amsterdam, Dam Square, climate protests. people holding mikes, shouting ‘There is no planet B!’
On my way to a restaurant meeting colleagues caught in the middle of the climate crowds.
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and
Viktor dark brown hair, tiny ponytail, dark glasses tight jeans, T-shirt, All Stars
colliding with
me
long blond hair, big earrings, little black dress, stiletto’s paralysed
by
Viktor
who had taken my hand big eyes, raised eyebrows, grins, fellow protesters I melted into the march
my transition had begun
I left my banker resigned from Obyx Consultants joined Fashion Transition
It had been long in the making
Viktor would walk. Deep dive nature hiking forest bathing he’d go all environmental, ecological.
I would dance. Dance like I had never danced before. dance like a dervish. I’d go all Sufi, hippie, witchy.
Three weeks ago I drove my Toyota Prius for the last time bought a mushroom dress had lunch in the Amsterdam Tower
I had been long in the making.
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