Calm moments in the Hofje

When the sun shines in Amsterdam, it's like God is Dutch. It makes the city feel different, people look different, walk a little less hurriedly, enjoy the moment more.

Sitting in a 'Hofje' I have never sat in before (a Hofje is a small coutryard). That's also Amsterdam for me. It's not a huge city, but still after 12 years I find places even close to the centre which are new and involving.

It's just off the alleyway with bookstalls, between two streets in the Nieuwmarkt area. I've walked through that alleyway 50 times. Why did I never see this small square of peace and stillness in the heart of things?

I sit and breathe in the clear air and the almost-silence, even though I am encircled by the city. I feel the warm breeze on my skin. Surrounded by green. Are the plants symmetrical? No, the Red Beech is only on one corner. But the rest of the plants and trees are in all four corners. My knowledge is too limited to name them, but I feel good to be among them.

Green. Sunny. Calming. Intriguing, with a statue of Minerva centring a ring of roses. Why Minerva? Of course, this is part of the university. Minerva is the Goddess of Wisdom in Greek Mythology.

The bench I sit on is wooden, solid. It's been here for years. So many people have sat here – preparing for tests, lectures, presentations. Or just tourists passing through. As I am leaving, a group of Spanish tourists come in with a guide – my timing has been lucky. It would have been a different moment had I arrived with them.

Years ago, I visited Hofje after Hofje with a German friend. She had come to Amsterdam on a mission – visit all the suggested locations in her guidebook. We raced through 10 courtyards in less than an hour. I don't remember even one of those little squares. We just ticked them off her list, never truly experienced them.

But I will remember this one, come here again, and again experience this moment of peace. Next time it might rain, another time it could be just cold, another windy. But this moment of warmth and peace will live again in my Amsterdam memory.

Amsterdam in the Moment

Recently I wrote that my need to write a book had evaporated. It is true. But my need to write has not.

I signed up for a one-day writing course called “Writing Amsterdam in the Now”. I wasn't expecting to find my motivation for writing the book again. But I was hoping to re-ignite the creative spark that gave me the idea of writing a book about Amsterdam in the first place. I felt that spark had been left behind or snuffed out somewhere in the last few weeks. I needed inspiration to get it back.

That inspiration came in the form of this wonderful city, and a way of experiencing it introduced to me by Tine Van Wijk, an “echte Amsterdammer” who was brought up here during the war. She is a writer and a Gestalt Therapist – and a great person.

We met up in the morning at the ABC Treehouse, a gallery and arts courses centre. We talked for a while to get acquainted, and she asked me to think about what Amsterdam meant to me. Immediately images of meetings with friends in special places of the city came up in my mind as we sat breathing, eyes closed, thinking and imagining our experience of the city. After a few minutes, she said “just write it down – don't think. Write what comes first.” And I did. The thoughts and ideas came out straight away, and before I knew it, in 5 minutes I had a piece.

We then read each other's piece aloud. I was amazed to feel no fear at reading it. Normally I would be nervous, but the experience of writing this blog has helped lose any self-consciousness about whether what I write is good or not. And Tine made me feel so comfortable, it was a safe place to share my ideas.

Afterwards, we spent the day in different locations in the city doing exactly the same thing. Go to a place. Spend some time to breathe in the atmosphere and the surroundings. Look around. Listen to the sounds around us. Smell. Taste a coffee or a smoothie. Feel the ground or the seat beneath us. Then write for 10-15 minutes about whatever came to mind as a result

At the end of the day, we had written in 5 different locations around Amsterdam, with so many contrasts. A quiet courtyard, a busy tourist area, one high above the city, another close to the water. And we talked a lot about writing and our love of the city.

The day made me realise two things. I love writing. And I love Amsterdam NOW. Everywhere I turn, I find important moments of my own story in the streets, corners, canals and cycle routes. Meetings with good friends. Chance talks with strangers. Places I have sat, walked, hurried, shopped, eaten and been drunk. Running, cycling or scooter routes. Bridges where I have cried, squares where I have laughed. And mainly the people I have done all of those things with.

And that was the point Tine and I came to. If we asked ourselves, what is Amsterdam? Tine first wrote "It is a group of homes and streets based around the Amstel and the Ij rivers”. But she corrected it and said "Amsterdam is the people. The people make the city.” She said it all for me.

No matter where my life takes me, I became a part of this city in these 12 years, and the city and its people became a part of me.

In the coming days I will post three of the pieces I wrote on this amazing day. The rest will appear somewhere in the future. Or, who knows, maybe these Amsterdam Moments will appear in a book one day...

Mostar

If you are like me, the Yugoslavia war will have passed you by in the 1990's. I watched the news on TV and heard the iconic words Sarajevo, Kosovo and Bosnia as if they were from the other side of the moon. The politicians talked, the shots kept firing and shells kept falling - and tens of thousands of people died.

In the last few years, I worked with people form the former Yugoslav region and made friends with Serbians, Croatians, Bosnians and Slovenians. The message I heard from all of them is always the same - "we never thought about ourselves as anything other than Yugoslavians. The politicians are the ones who stirred up the problems."

One location of a brutal part of the war was Mostar in Bosnia. It was the site of a 400 year-old bridge, and as a city divided between Muslims and Christians, it became a target. I don't want to say who was bombing who because I don't take any sides in this subject - atrocities happened on all sides, and there was no right or wrong, just politics that caused mayhem. But one truth is that the ancient bridge was bombed until it broke.

To understand more, there is an amazing documentary from the front line of East Mostar in 1993, made by a BBC journalist called Jeremy Bowen. It is a shocking series of clips - I only recommend it for the brave-hearted.

I had the privelege to visit Mostar recently. It's now a UNESCO protected World Heritage site, and thanks to that funding the brdge was restored in 2004. You can see some of the pictures of development in this blog - it is incredible how ruined it was, and what an incredible job has been done to bring the bridge and the town back to life.

As I wandered through the streets of the small old town, the atmosphere was lovely - warm, friendly and interesting influences of East and Western culture. My time in Bosnia and Hercegoviona gave me a sense of a country recovering and resurgent. I felt like crying half the time in Mostar - how could human beings be so cruel? But of course, people are continuing with their lives and moving on to their future, the only possible thing to do.

Yet reminders of the recent brutal past exist here and there, my favourite being the stone with the message "Don't Forget".

And it is hard to forget when you see the bullet holes still there in older buildings on the edge of the town.

"Just One Happy Thought & You'll Fly" Laser 3.14

Many years ago, my first boss at Canon told me "a good idea doesn't care where it comes from." Increasingly around Amsterdam, I started to receive good ideas via graffiti by a guy who calls himself "Laser 3.14".

The style is always the same - he signs his name, and writes a message of few words which always leave you thinking as you leave the site of his art. He places his messages on boards covering construction sites, which adds something to the impact for sure. It is almost as if his words are part of the re-construction.

It's a strange feeling to be wandering through the city, not really thinking about much, and then be faced with a line like "We go down by waves of regret". Or A simple message such as "Sometimes it helps to dream".

I have a book by Richard Bach called Illusions, which has the sub-title of "The Messiah's handbook." One of the concepts of the book is that you can open it up and get what you need at any given time. I can remember many years ago opening it up and finding the phrase "Argue for your limitations and sure enough they are yours".

It was a time when I was feeling very cynical and letting myself be dragged down by a lot of negative thoughts. Just this phrase was enough to make me think seriously about what limits I was imposing on myself with my attitude. It was a mini-turning point.

A similar effect came from another of Laser 3.14's graffiti. 4 months ago, I was having a few nerves about my plans to take time and use it to do some things I have always wanted to do. Suddenly as I started to come closer to the end of the comfort of the structure that Canon life gave me for so many years, I saw a message in the street which made me stop, look and think for quite some minutes.

The message made me think that I had been given a gift of time, and if I didn't use it, then no meaning to get the gift. I share that message with you here.

New Beginnings

Time for a new start.

Over 3 months have passed since I finished working at Canon. It has been a time of reflection and re-adjustment. That period is coming to an end and it's time to move on. I shared my 3-part plan with everybody, and this is where it stands.

Part two of the plan - travelling - is fixed, but with a very happy twist. A week ago, Nicki and I worked out a schedule to travel around the world from 26th October until 14th March. That schedule is a dream - USA, Peru, Argentina, New Zealand and Australia, with Christmas on Easter Island and New Year in Tahiti, plus a final week in Thailand.

It's a new and absolutely joyous feeling for me to plan, prepare and experience these things together. Meeting Nicki has changed my life. Doing this with her has given a completely different life and meaning to the trip.

Part One of the plan is on hold. In the last two months, my need to fulfil the dream of writing a book has simply evaporated. I will try to explain why in another posting. All I know is that it has gone - maybe temporarily, maybe forever, I just don't know. My interest in writing will continue, however - I will focus on this blog, and take some creative writing courses in the coming 2 months. But the goal of a book as an outcome is no longer important to me.

The positive part of the research I have done is that I learned more about Amsterdam in a month than I did in 11 years. What a great and fascinating city it is!

Part Three - setting up a coaching company - is a theoretical Go. However, where, what type of coaching and what the main focus will be remains to be decided. That's because I can see the future pretty clearly as far as 14th March 2010, and no further. I love living in Amsterdam and I love my home here. But there has been something missing in my life, and now I have found it again, after many, many years. If that results in leaving Amsterdam, so be it.

But this is jumping ahead, because that page of my story is not yet written, and will be written by the experiences of travel together. By the time March comes around, it will be crystal clear what to do.

I have always said from day one of the plan being formed that "you can't steer a ship that isn't moving". To get to the next stage, I needed to make a plan and go for it. I knew that plan may change, but without a purpose and set of goals, I also knew that I would get nowhere. The fact that I am not following those plans strictly is no concern for me. Having the plans in the first place took me to moment in my life of being open to change my solitary ways and allow new things to come in.

It's a unique opportunity to take this time to travel with a great person and see and learn all there is to on such a trip. I can honestly say that my job ending at Canon, resulting in such changes of focus, was the best thing that has happened in my life for many years.