Verstopte schoenen, deel 3

De vijf wisten niet wat ze zagen toen ze zich omdraaiden!

In de stal stonden opeens vier schaapjes, vier varkens, twee koeien en tussen al deze dieren door liepen nog wat kippen.
Hé???? Wat was hier gebeurd????
Achter zich hoorden ze iemand kuchen, snel draaiden ze zich om.
Plots stonden ze oog in oog met een klein meisje en twee mevrouwen. De mevrouwen lachten heel vriendelijk naar de vijf, terwijl het kleine meisje ondeugend haar tong uitstak.
Tootje, even groot als het meisje, beantwoorde het door ook haar tong uit te steken. De twee meisjes keken elkaar aan en schoten toen heel hard in de lach.

'Hallo kinderen', zei de mevrouw die het handje van het kleine meisje vast hield.
'Hallo', zeiden ze in koor.
'We komen hier even schuilen voor de regen en het onweer. Vinden jullie dat goed?'
De vijf knikten, 'ja hoor', zei Lotte.
'Zijn al deze dieren van jullie?', vroeg Lijne.
'Ja, allemaal! Kom maar mee, dan zullen we ze aan jullie voorstellen.'

'Kijk, dit is Bes, de oudste koe. En zij heet Klara, zij is de dochter van Bes.
Dit is Mamaloe met haar drie kindjes: Luna, Lena en Pop, allemaal lieve schaapjes.
De varkens heten Lieve, Loeve, Leuve en Lave.
De kippen hebben geen namen, maar ze zijn wel allemaal heel lief, als je ze vasthoudt kan je ze goed aaien.'
Er sprong een kip tegen Leine aan, die de kip meteen oppakte. 'Hallo kleintje, ik noem jou Eend, hoe vind je dat?' Iedereen moest lachen om de grap van Leine en Leine...., zij lachte net zo hard mee.

Lotte keek eens heel goed naar de twee vrouwen die in de stal waren verschenen. Het viel haar op dat ze aparte kleding droegen. De mevrouw die het handje vast had gehouden van het kleine meisje was vast de mama, de mevrouw ernaast was wel nét zo lang, maar ze was nog maar jong. Lotte haar blik ging naar de schoenen. Even dacht Lotte dat ze flauw ging vallen....
'Gaat het wel goed met je, meisje?', vroeg de mevrouw.
'Euh..., ik denk het wel...', wist Lotte eruit te krijgen.
'Anders moet je het zeggen hoor, dan moet je misschien even gaan liggen.'
'Nee hoor, het gaat alweer.'
Lotte liep snel naar zusjes en broertje toe, die de schaapjes aan het aaien waren. Snel wierp ze nog één blik op de schoenen aan de voeten van hun gasten - ze had het écht goed gezien; de mevrouw had twee schoenen aan, net als het kleine meisje, de jonge vrouw had maar één schoen aan. Het enge eraan was dat het de schoenen waren die ze even daarvoor hadden gevonden onder de houten planken....

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Stiff in it limp out
During my mental training, now about 7 years ago, I remember very well that my coach Roy was very strange. “Stiff in it, limp out with a white drop on it” is what he said during a training evening. Oh my God. At first I thought I didn't understand. He repeated it and asked me what I thought when I heard it. Red head and I was a little giggling along with the others and did not want to say it out loud. I thought it was a trick question or a test. The others in the group also became floury and giggling. What a crazy man. It sounded a little vulgar for serious training. “That's not what a teacher says?” This one little sentence has taught me so much. Here I was directly confronted with my own assessment and interpretation and my reaction and behaviour. I became aware that I was looking for the answer my coach wanted to hear, or rather what I thought the master wanted to hear. That's how it used to be in school. I wanted to give the right answer, but then what's good? Is there even a right or a mistake? I wanted to give the right answer, because I was always a streak and had to be the best of my class. “What exactly does this man want from me? Hopefully not stiff in it and limp out”, I thought to myself. I felt uncomfortable and giggled it away and hoped that the attention would go to one of the others. I went on the mealy tour, because that was my familiar mechanism, laughing away and joking. Looking back, I had a certain expectation of how a teacher should be or should speak. All pre-filled expectations and this turned out to be completely different. I automatically assumed that what I thought was the same as what my coach meant. It rained insights, not at that time, but much later. Even if I dwell on that moment again, I get extra insights. That is very special. So powerful. Quote How I see things doesn't have to be the same as how the other person does it. It is only my reality and so the other has his reality. Soul whispers Roy brilliantly set up mental training. Every time I do this again or can assist in a new group or participate in the monthly open evenings I learn more about myself again. The handles I received in this training, I still apply daily in my work or in my personal life. Eventually it became clear to me that I was the subject of my training. I learned how to deal with myself under any circumstance. I learned how to process information and communicate and respond. What do I respond to and how come I respond in this way are questions that I continuously asked 'in' and to which I found answers. I learned that others are different, think differently. I learned that not everything is what it seems or what I think it is. How I see things doesn't have to be the same as how the other person does it. It is only my reality and so the other has his reality. Morality of the story is that Roy finally talked about a breadstem dipped in a glass of milk! Wow, I was wrong. What I thought says a lot about how I think, associate, fill and filter, but little about Roy. The assessment I finally have is mine. Roy and I were clearly not talking about the same thing. This was an eye-opener because at that time I learned that there are more ways and forms than just what I knew. That was also an option, which apparently I had ruled out. I learned how to filter, select and choose. In any form of communication these filters play along and that's fine, but being aware and aware that the other person you communicate with is really great. I know now that I have to verify and check if I and my interlocutor are talking about the same thing instead of cheerfully talking past each other and thinking we're talking about the same thing. It gives so much more peace and meetings or conversations become cleaner and more effective. Simple questions like “What exactly do you mean? What do you mean by that? What do you expect? What does it mean to you? 'can remove the noise very quickly. I try to make as few assumptions as possible and fill in myself. Every day and everywhere I often see cases 'Stiff in it, limp out'. How many times have you talked about that breadstick and the other one about something else? Miscommunication can be avoided quite simply. I do notice that when I verify or return what I have understood and ask if I have understood it correctly, the reactions are very diverse. Regularly this even raises irritations in people, because they think I haven't listened and instead of confirming things like “Yes I just told you, I have to tell you again now!”. This is kind of humor. I sometimes think, “Well, what would you prefer, that I proceed with my assessment of what I think you meant, or should I just fill it out and make assumptions?”. #communicatie #NLP
There's war in my kitchen...
There's war in my kitchen. Things disappear at night. Especially in the kitchen drawer, in which all kinds of loose objects live. Sometimes I look for the corkscrew, or the mash barrel, the nutcracker.. but they're gone. Luckily I got help. Help from.... the shadow army ! 1. Corporal Garlic Press with a dessert spoon as a weapon. He takes care of the first lines, as a deterrent. 2. Sergeant Can Opener. He has his own weapons always at hand. It is all-round and can be used anywhere. 3. Major General Bokaallid Opener, nicknamed Robocop. Wide shouldered and iron-strong. Although he only carries a dessert spoon as a weapon, he has hidden powers. He's handing out orders to the steak knives army, by the way. The Enemy ? Invisible to me. But they exist.. The monsters who steal things at night in my kitchen drawer, make them untraceable, bullying me so that I have to face unnecessary waste of time during the day when I want to cook.. Last night I caught a faint glimpse of two of them. However, as soon as I cut the light, they were gone ! This post is a participation in the challenge (week 1 - kitchen utensils and crockery) of @Mevrouw Dot... The rules of the game can be found here: Look at it from the other side.. - #vandeanedededge   #photography #shadow #shadowphotograph