Introduction…. who I am

Welcome to my life! There’s a blog post called “Autobiography and vision” with more about who I am.

The lyrics below are from a musical duo Ma Muse      

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Hello, I am Marian

“We shall be known by the company we keep, by the ones who circle round to tend these fires. We shall be known by the ones who sow and reap the seeds of change alive from deep within the earth. It is time now. It is time now that we thrive. It is time we lead ourselves into the well. It is time now, and what a time to be alive. In this great turning, we shall learn to lead in love. In this great turning, we shall learn to lead in love”.

I’m in a good place, as a Capricorn, born on Jan 1st. Rejuvenation and strength increase at a later age in my life. I’ve found that it’s one of the most liberating experiences to move from resistance to surrender and see the world with changed eyes. 

The external world always reflects the internal world. We’re being offered, like the djinn of Aladin’s lamp fulfills every wish, what we hold true and meaningful, useful and satisfying. Don’t throw the applecart, please, my comfortable chair is pleasantly familiar.

For over 20 years I’ve felt drawn to Devon, each year on the 31st of May I stepped on the ferry from Hook of Holland to Harwich and traveled by train to Totnes. Hopping on the bus to go westward, to Tavistock and Bellever Postbridge where I enjoyed many days in the YHA hostel and returned again and again….. How thrilled I was to see the moors, that vast landscape of Dartmoor, changing color with cloud-shadows passing by and the rays of the sun peeping through the clouds, shining on the tors and turf of this mysterious landscape. 

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Many traces of settlements, burial mounds, stone rows and stone circles are present on Dartmoor, once located at the equator
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Dartmoor ponies breed and graze freely on the moors near Horrabridge

Here’s my recent creation of a slideshow with pictures on YouTube:

I’m an explorer of life and love, with a strong drive. I’m born old, in a manner of speaking, taking care of my younger siblings and many domestic tasks at home, from the age of 15. I’m happy that my childhood catches up with me at a later age, inspiring my creativity, trying out if it works this way…. or that way. 

“Love is not a behavior, an attitude, a mannerism. It is not etiquette, it is not convention. Love may express itself in many different ways – softly or forcibly. Love can appear meek. Love can appear strong. Love can challenge you. Love can criticize you. Love can expose your illusions, your fantasies, and your self-deception. Love is not what people mean when they talk about love, in nearly all circumstances.

Real love emanates from Knowledge. It, in essence, is the expression of Knowledge. Only Knowledge can take you there. Knowledge can bring two people from opposite ends of the world together for a greater purpose. That is the power of the Great Love. And the Great Love is what the world needs now.”

Marshall V. Summers.

I’m now nourishing also my inner child.DeadFluidIbisbill-max-1mb

Here’s a YouTube interview made in Kew gardens London, June 2011, made by a friend who invited me to her home in London, at the start of my holiday in Cornwall and Devon. It’s my sharing of a life-transforming change and a goodbye to a group of truth-seekers and explorers of life and love, present mainly in the virtual world:

A song that always moves me to tears, we sing it in the choir, is Wake Up by Nick Prater.

Wake up, wake up, the sky is a-singing,                                                                                      The morning star’s a diamond set in gold.                                                                                  And from the quiet earth, the tall trees are springing,                                                            their beauty is a wonder to behold.                                                                                    Halleluiah, halleluiah, feel the magic of the dawn unfold.                                        Halleluiah, halleluiah, love never grows old.

Wake up, wake up, the earth is a-calling.                                                                                  She’s crying out to wake you from your sleep.

She sings of ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows,                                                      her voice will make you laugh and make you weep.                                                    Halleluiah, halleluiah, feel the magic of the dawn unfold.                                        Halleluiah, halleluiah, love never grows old.

Thank you kindly for your visit!  Blessed be, Marian.                  


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During my student years at the Academy of Art Arnhem The Netherlands in the ’70s

“—- to be inaccessible does not mean to hide or to be secretive. It doesn’t mean that you cannot deal with people either. A hunter uses his world sparingly and with tenderness regardless of whether the world might be things, or plants, or animals, or people, or power. A hunter deals intimately with his world and yet he is inaccessible to that same world. He is inaccessible because he’s not squeezing his world out of shape. He taps it lightly, stays for as long as he needs to, and then swiftly moves away leaving hardly a mark.”

From the book Journey to Ixtlan by Carlos Castaneda.




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