Inspiratie

Boeken

  • Handboek voor de Levenskunst (Wilhelm Schmid)
  • Road less well Travelled (Scott Peck)
  • The Manifestation Wheel (Alan Seale)
  • Creating a World that Works (Alan Seale)
  • Biografie Herman Wijffels (Jan Smit)
  • Biografie Joop den Uyl (Annet Bleich)
  • If Disney Ran Your Hospital (Fred Lee)
  • The Black Swan (Nassim Nicolas Taleb)
  • Antifragile (Nassim Nicolas Taleb)
  • Biografie Anton Philips 1874-1951 (Marcel Metze)
  • Biografie Steve Jobs (Walter Isaacson)
  • Biografie Johan van Oldenbarnevelt (Ben Knapen)

Films

  • As it is in Heaven
  • Etre et Avoir
  • La Meglio Giuventu
  • Les Choristes
  • Terms of Endearment
  • A Late Quartet
  • Alles over Niets
  • An
  • Youth

Muziek

  • Matheus Passion
  • Requiem (Rutter)
  • Requiem (Cherubini)
  • One Man Band (James Taylor)
  • Chopin: Ballades, Berceuse, Barcarolle, Scherzo (Evgeny Kissim)
  • Gloria for Soprano Domini Deus (Francis Poulenc)

Video’s

Brene Brown, The Power of Vulnerability:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCvmsMzlF7o

Al Pacino Inspirational Speech:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9CD7uj2TL0

Dare: Durf te durven:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sb2YOg_dkQM

Maria Joao Perez heeft het verkeerde pianoconcert ingestudeerd (haar moed & het leiderschap van Ricardo Chailly):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fS64pb0XnbI

See the World through how you feel :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrKOGJqBD_I

One impression, another viewpoint & impression and……….  Full picture:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncaVO1uFgkk

Danish Television, what happens if we stop putting People in boxes:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jD8tjhVO1Tc

Heldenmoed ( dichter Derrek Otte)

Gedichten:

SANTIAGO (David Whyte, Pilgrim)

The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall,

and the way forward always in the end
the way that you followed, the way that carried you
into your future, that brought you to this place,
no matter that it sometimes took your promise from you,
no matter that it had to break your heart along the way:

the sense of having walked from far inside yourself
out into the revelation, to have risked yourself
for something that seemed to stand both inside you
and far beyond you, that called you back
to the only road in the end you could follow, walking

as you did, in your rags of love and speaking in the voice
that by night became a prayer for safe arrival,
so that one day you realized that what you wanted
had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place
you had lived in before you began,
and that every step along the way, you had carried

the heart and the mind and the promise
that first set you off and drew you on and that you were
more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way
than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach:
as if, all along, you had thought the end point might be a city
with golden towers, and cheering crowds,
and turning the corner at what you thought was the end

of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse:
like a person and a place you had sought forever,
like a broad field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
like another life, and the road still stretching on.

 

FINISTERRE (David Whyte, Pilgrim)

The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken,
into the western sea, and the moon rising behind you
as you stood where ground turned to ocean: no way
to your future now but the way your shadow could take,

walking before you across water, going where shadows go,
no way to make sense of a world that wouldn’t let you pass
except to call an end to the way you had come,
to take out each frayed letter you brought

and light their illumined corners, and to read
them as they drifted through the western light;
to empty your bags; to sort this and to leave that;
to promise what you needed to promise all along,

and to abandon the shoes that had brought you here
right at the water’s edge, not because you had given up
but because now, you would find a different way to tread,
and because, through it all, part of you could still walk on,
no matter how, over the waves.

 

Muse I  (Dejan Stojanovic)

Recognize your muse
Among the multitude of whispers 

To see her, through many colors, shining
Tune your senses
To hear the highest tones 

Fly beyond the scale
To hear her melody
Tune ears and eyes 

To colors beyond the spectrum
Recognize her beyond yellow and blue
Creating your own rainbow 

Have a way with her
To catch her grace in the sublime
For the Muse to recognize you 

And choose among multitudes
Whisper back to her, using newly invented notes
And show her the new colors of the rainbow