Downtown freerange chicken

I would like to introduce you to two of my feathered friends: Ladies Freeranges. My chicks are a small type of chicken and they are awfully good in being cute and curious.

Now, if you see the one, you are pretty sure you'll see the other as well. They are best friends and follow each other every where. Except when one of  them is laying an egg. But because it is winter and very very very cold this year, we are now not into the egg laying business. And that is fine with me.

Because I really have to say, that ever since I have these cuties, eating eggs hasn't been the same for me. In summer, they might lay on egg every day. OMG!!! Have you seen the size of these eggs?? Okay, my chickens are small and so are their eggs compared to the eggs you'd buy in the shop. But you try to lay one yourself. I think you'd squeek different! And it takes them about 30 minutes to squeeze out an egg. Now I gave birth about 2 years ago and I can honestly tell you it wasn't a relaxing experience for me. (an even more honest confession: After birth I seriously came to doubt the whole production process of God. And what I now know for sure is that God has to be a guy. Dude! God Dude, with all due respect, but WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???!!! How can we (women!) possibly squeeze out a kid a hundred time the size of the birth canal??? Really, what were you thinking?)

So, let's just say I respect chickens big time. And I am very thankful as well. It actually took me quite some time before I could even eat their eggs. I would daily check for fresh eggs and most of the time the eggs were still warm. Very cute! And after all that work the chicken had put in to laying that egg, I just couldn't bare to whack it in a pan to either fry or boil it. I gave away many an egg to the neighbours...

This also to compromise the fact that my chickens are somewhat a bit roosterers. Say what?? I hear you think. Roosterlike. I have 2 chicken, but no rooster (want to know why? Ask me and I will explain, or write another blog about it). So my cute little chickies sometime feel like to have to act like a rooster.

So when do they do this?
1. typically natural behaviour: When danger is around the corner! They will make so much noise that all the chickens in the state will know there might be a possible danger. Wise girls, my chickens.
2. less typically natural behaviour: When they want food. FOOD FOOD FOOD. WOMAN WE WANT FOOD!!! GET OUT AND GIVE US FOOD!!! FOOOOOOOOD FOOOOOOOOD FOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Now in winter time, point 2 isn't much of problem because my girls are luxury chickens and won't come out of their night shed before 10.30! I'm telling you, honest to God.

But in summer time it is a different tale. They will scream and shout as if you are being tortured and burned alive around 7 ish. Great...

But I really love having my chickies around. It really is so much fun. And because of my chickens, our garden has become the local hang our for all kinds of birds. All the birds will be sitting around and waiting for me to put out some food and beverages. It's a true fiesta in my garden. If it was up to the birds they would ask for a menu and order food and drinks. Take out even. I mean, we are in a city, so even the birds will adapt.

Chickens go well with my dogs and all of the local cats as well. Some cats just hang out in our garden too, pretty close to the chickens and just staring at them. No attempts to kill thank God, all though this was different when I just had my chicks. But you'll see the cat sit and stare and think: these are odd looking cats, I'm telling you.

So, this is the story about my two downtown freerange chicken.

If you would like to know more about my or other chicken, let me know!

first day of preschool | I was sobbing all over the place. My Son? He did great!

Boy oh boy does time go quick. Struggling to squeeze your baby out of you and now he is going to pre-school!

I can remember how I, during pregnancy and the first couple of months of my sons life, I was looking forward to the moment where he would be big enough to start going to school. It seemed like a fun time to me. Being able to communicate and let's not forget; finaly I'd have more time for me, my life, work etc.

Yeah right.

I silently started the sobbing process a little while ago. I realised how much I love being a mom. And how I don't really miss my former life (former meaning before pregnancy). How I don't even mind keeping the house clean all off the time because my son is making a mess all over the place. And many more of these things.

So, the other day, we went to check out preschools and the first one we visited was all we were looking for. My son blended in within minutes and the teachers were so nice and so experienced. We spend about 2 hours there, my son loving every second of it and today was D-day. His very first day of school, without mom or dad or grandmom. Because on my wrking days, my mom was always looking after him.

Everything went very well. I felt good (not a tear in sight!) my son was a bit uncertain but slowly blending in and after 30 minutes it was time for me to go. He was jumping up and down with the other kids and I took him apart and told him goodbye (before school started I had explained him many times what was going to happen). He went back to play and jump up and down. This was going great! What a relief!! Yeah, until he noticed I had put on my coat. He started crying and ran up to me, pulling my coat so I would take it off. And out of nowhere, faster than light travels, tears were rolling down my cheeks!

I kind of hid behind his back so he wouldn't see, because that would only make things worse. I looked at the teachers, eyeing them: HELP ME! And they did, they are truly great. One of them stept right in to entertain my son (wow, tears dry in 1.2 seconds) and the other one escorted me out to the hallway. We both looked trough the window and my boy wasn't even looking for me. What a relief! So I could go home without worries (they'd also call me if he needed me).

So there I was, on my way home. Sobbing all over the place. Biggest tears ever down my face. People on the streets looking at me and wondering whether they should offer help or not. Back home in the empty house things got even worse. OH MY GOD! I thought I was a thoughie, but I am not! Clearly I am not. After 30 minutes I was doing much better, thankyouverymuch.

And proud as a mom can be I was all set and ready to pick him up and the end of the morning. There he was my tiny prince, the love of my life! And he did great!

Now he is asleep and I spend a little extra time looking at him watching him sleep and breath. So cute, so small, so sweet. I can imagine him being all grown up in 20 years. I will probably still feel the same as I do now. And I will never forget today.

You will always be my baby boy. I love you.
(here come the tears again!)

My son is the second child, holding his bunny

Who let the dogs out?

Right, as I explained in the former blog, I is a bit on an inward journey. And I welcome you for the ride, but it does get a bit bumpy now and then!

As I am working on the onion (read past blog (on a crossroad) to understand) I have to admit my usually very laugh-able good moods nowadays seem to be getting a bit more frustrated or down right angry or aggressive some times. Now, don't worry! I am not getting physical with anything or anybody, at least, not in real time. I do however picture how I would fight my way out or kick and scream. Yeah aha... I know!

It's like the tiniest thing can unleash an angry beast inside me! I do hope this is just a temporary side effect of delayering ones onions of the past? Can somebody assure me this is so. Cos otherwise people, you might have to cage me some time or another! I sometimes feel like a wild animal that is being entered and cornered by hunters (or harmdo-ers) and I am ready to fight for my life. ROOOAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!! I will admit that I wish I was that sexy qute Avatar girlie. (She was my highlight of the movie!)

Now I guess there is some kind of interesting feedback information in here. Why do I feel like a wild animal being cornered?

Here I go once more: RRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR (and a little purrrr of course!)

on a crossroad

Yeah okay, the last 2 or 3 months have been pretty full on if it comes to unlayering my onion so to speak!

You know, the many layers, like an onions layers, that cover up your soul and potential. Well... I am digging deep and hard! Fact of the matter is that I have been on and off doing that for a couple of years now. I entered the path a long time ago, but now it is getting unavoidable. Which is really good and pretty darn tough sometimes!

About a year after me giving birth I started experiencing monthly migraines, a week after my period had started. I did experience migraines before, but never this frequent. There was a message there! and a collapsed uturus and a stuck ovary. Which lead me to an chinese doctor (herbs and acupuncture) at first and a specialised osteopath later (and still). I had osteo done before, but never this kind... I wasn't ready for all these emotions being unlocked! Yes yes yes, the layers of the onion are finally being touched, moved and letting go off! But what a hell of a job. It really is hard work!

Thing with me (and I guess with many others as well) is that my 'controlling' part is pretty strong and has taken over most of me. Sounds weird to you? That's fine. If you want further explaining, let me know? Now, after about 3 treatments, yoga and meridian chi kung, I am really seeing/feeling when and where the control part kicks in, but so far I haven't been able to do anything about it. It is like it paralizes the rest of me. Truly taking over. So what do you do??? My osteo told me to be patient and keep doing what I am doing. Ha! being patient is not one of my core qualities and indeed be an answer to some of the issues.

So I am unpatiently trying to be patient. Feeling restless on and off. Tara Stiles just Tweeted (http://twitter.com/TaraStiles) something to remember:  What are you holding onto that's holding you back? Honest meditation will show you. Up to you what to do about it.

So, if you'll excuse me, I'll go into honest meditation right now!

That's really quick! The universe is quick indeed

That's what they said on The Secret years ago. The universe likes speed. okay!

Earlier today I posted a blog and in the end I mentioned how I need a new freelance job. This afternoon I had a really nice meeting. An old trainstation is being renovated right in the middle of the city and they want a yoga place in it. But they want something special. Well well well, what a coincidence I had written a plan about an Urban Oasis a little over a year ago and one of the train-station-project guys gave me a call. So this afternoon we talked about it and in two weeks I am meeting an investor who is looking for an adviser/marketeer/yogi. That's me! I've been a yogi for a long time and a marketeer for even a more long time. And about time I get to mix these two things and make a bit of a living!

Well, nothing's sure yet so let's just wait and see. But anyway anyhow it's cool to experience the Universe at work! I say Thank You!

2 minutes of utter quteness

Okay all of you child lovers (If you get cold chills down your spine by the thought of yet another kid on a video, be sure to skip this! Do not watch! You won't be able to handle the cuteness without wanting to vomit). This is my boy, a couple of months ago, exploring himself with the help of a webcam. He is talking, eyeing, blinking and keekabooing himself. And waving goodbye of course.

Utter cuteness if you ask me! See for yourself.

2 minutes of utter quteness. Summer 2009 from HoneyAmore on Vimeo.

As we go along, I am changing this blog into something personal

As I started this blog, it was actually more a platform for publishing my You are Loved sticker project. But as I am moving along in time, I've noticed I'mmore interested in reading peoples personal notes and experiences and appreciating their products, good goals/charities etc.

And I guess that I represent many women like myself; used to be fully free, but now a very happy and dedicated mom. But struggling with time though! I work parttime and the rest of the time I take care of my son, most of the house and my two amazing dogs.

Even though my life is now a lot more 'boring' than it used to be (I travelled the world, worked in restaurants and clubs, had more friends I could fit in my schedule, did art school, a yoga teacher course and was a happy single bird) I feel much more connected to me and life source at this moment in my life than ever before.

As I got pregnant completely unexpected (yes, I do know about the birds and the bees!) I was shocked beyong shock. I never pictured myself with kids and the daddy and I were only together for 2 months when we found out. Long story short; being pregnant was not easy for me and the first couple of months when my son was just born I felt stuck to the house. And very much in love with my baby boy of course!

So it took me a couple of months before I learned to surrender to this new situation. I realised my baby boy was growing so fast and that all of this was only a temporarely situation. Time was all of a sudden going so fast and as he was learning how to crawl I could imagine him going to his first day of school. And right then and there I learned how to fully surrender into the moment and loving all of it. Even the not so lovable parts (night wakings etc). I realised that this was what it was all about. That unconditional love was exactly this. That even though my life completely changed, that I loved every bit of my son and all the concequenses of him coming into my life. So I fully surrendered and it feels like bliss! It really does.

At this moment he is almost 2 and we are looking into kindergarden schools for 2 mornings in the week. And I find this difficult! I don't like the idea of spending less time with him, even though it really is time for my son to go to kindergarden. So I am surprised with my own reaction. I am like all those other moms! Ha ha!! I always thought I was a bit of tomboy, but I guess I am not. And you know what, it is great finding out these new parts of me. Turns out I am so much more vulnerable than I always thought. I like this new part of me. I used to be a fighter, a killer if neccessary. And now I know these powers are still in me for emergency situations, but it is not who I am. I am very sensitive and I don't like violence at all. That's always been me, but I pretended as if it wasn't. You still following?

Anyway, long story short. Here I am. sensitive and vulnerable and loving it! Thanks to my son, who triggers all the right things in me. I am very happy he choose me as him mom.

So thanks to all the universe for making this match!

Now please also match me up with a really nice parttime career? ... I just lost my freelance marketing job and I am flat broke! I am working on some of my own projects and I hope one of them will enable me to build my own carreer. I am not very good at working for a boss...

I will let you know what happens!

Food bombs might make the world a better place

Food bombs. What if we start shooting delish food bombs instead of missiles and granates? Let's cover our enemies in love packed food.


That just might be a womans look on war... something I never understood in the 1sy place. But now that we got all the machines and plaines and boats and tanks and guns... let's shoot food to our enemies. Love goes thru the stomach. We might become friends. ..or would that be bad for economy? No more making of guns? I dunno... (well I guess I do know) But these thoughts just entered my mind.


Warfare my style: Let's drop tons of double trouble chocolate cakes above Afghanistan!! Yes Captain Tiny Rabbit Mam Sir.


Suck on this! (lovely popstickle with strawberry/cola flavor).


instead of being afraid of your life and that of your loved ones as soon as the air sirene goes af, you would now ran out to the streets holding out your hands (and baskets) to catch the loved packed food boms dropping down on the streets. (you might want to wear a helmet though).


Wouldn't that be lovely?? And you know what?! We could drop tons of You are Loved stickers as well. That would give Bin Laden something to decorate his cave with (even though I've heard rumors he ain't been it that cave for a long time). Maybe the next airplane hi-jack could be a positive one? Okay people, I have now control over this plane and instead of going to NY we are now on our way to the Carabean! We'll go to the beach, swim, dance and eat and everybody back at the plane at 5 o'clock sharp! You too captain.


Let me write a proposal to Obama. Food boms and You are Loved stickers, the new warfare strategy for 2010.