This is a post that I have been planning to write for a long time, but when I sit down to work on it, I can’t find the right words. I ask myself why it’s so difficult to write about death? Probably because it’s a topic that I want to avoid...
During my childhood I got the thought that we turn into ghosts or zombie’s after death. [Michael Jackson’s Thriller didn’t do me any good]
So my innerchild was hiding in her darkest place when Chanel started to be interested in death. She is six now and is becoming more conscious about life every day. It’s like I see her waking up from her own world she was living in until now.
"Who are you?" asked the caterpillar "I hardly know! I know who I was, but I've changed" said Butterfly
I dedicate this article to the healthiest activity of the world. It has the power to unite persons of all ages, races, religions, sexes, beliefsystems, it doesn't judge mental or physical conditions.
This activity transformed my life when I was diagnosed with breastcancer and became a "pink" girl. It also gave the biggest possibility to my child of expressing herself without words. Both of us could simply BE ourselves in doing it. Many people with me are involved in doing it, advocating it, LOVING it.
Ik ben erg enthousiast over het boek 'Spelend in beweging' van Angelique Felix. Ik kwam het bij toeval tegen en gebruik de spelen uit het boek zeer regelmatig bij de speelochtenden voor ouders, grootouders en kids van 0-4 jaar die we in het buurtcentrum organiseren.
–Sandra Menken, Sociaal cultureel werker Voor Welzijn