54 Last year´s resolution(2008)

This was my 2008 resolution

The river flows on and and on.
Do you know her destination?
I will swim, crawl like hell.Where to? I do not care. I do not know.

"I do not know."
Delicious motto.
Good resolution.

This I wrote the end of 2oo7.
What did the year 2008 bring me?
A long string of distinct experiences. some of them glorious, such as the litle arms of my granddaughter around my shoulder. The eyes of those I care for.
Some of them sad and cold, reminding me that I am a war child, childlike needing warmth.
Some of them moving me to tears, as that evening when the first day of january 2008 when I was listening to the pavane for a dead princess by Ravel:

The Lake looks young this morning. The small crests on the waves match sweetly with the everindustrious seagulls.

I remember the riddle I once sent to the Acrobat: Do fish drink water?
Is there an answer?
From my PC the deliciuous sound of Ravels pianomusic. When the Princess dies its crying time. When there are no tears anymore only the story remains. A melancholic song always mixed with a streak of hope.

And now december 31, 2008, 00.12 o´clock I have 12 more hours for my Resolutions 2009. Mei wenti, no problem. White lie.

53 Letter to mr Obama

Dear mr Obama,
You are welcomed by many many people in my world. Some of them exagerate, you know, I am sure of that. They hail you as the new born Christ, the man who cares for people. Sycophants. You have power, but there is a limit to it even when you are president of the United States. But powerfull you are. And maybe you want to fulfill my little wish.

More about my self, one of the 5 billion inhabitants of this earth, a dutchman, comfortably writing you this letter from his warm and safe house at a lake in Holland.

Guess what happened this evening. I just finished my beer, and zapped hrough the channels, very pleased because my favourite club Twente dominated PSV. A draw, but who cares, Twente showed his teeth.
Then.
Then I saw on my luxurous flatscreen the body of that dead child in the arms of his crying father, running for his life in Ghasa.

The modern nuclear powered neighbour started tonight bombing Ghaza again and its president, Olmert, decided they would go on hurting Ghaza. meaning throwing more bombs. Meaning killing more Hamasguys, meaning killing more innocents.He said "we will destroy Hamas". By the by this movement has won the de mocratic elections.

More than 150 dead this weekend. Congratulations, mr Olmert.

I can not forget that dead boy mr Obama, he could have been my grandson.

So my request. Your country is the main sponsor of the Olmert guys. Please. mr Obama, cut them to size.

I feel powerless.

52 .Hello, goodbye.

Christmas eve. Afternoon in my House at the Lake. Charles Aznavour from the speakers. The lake grey and a bit messy as if it it already fights the cold that according to the Meteo soon will freeze it.
It is wednesday now and I arrived from Beijing last Saturday after a 10 day visit to China. Sweet company to the Beijijng airport and sweet welcome at my arrival. Anne waited for me with a copy of my novel ONLAND. I took it in my hand and it smelled good. Worked 4 plus years on it and now it is there, and I felt like an outsider, like a parent saying hello to a grown up child. The book is no longer mine. Good. Interesting, Vulnerable position.

Of course I visited SchoutenChina. It has deleveloped well. And I had a small holiday in Sanya.
The Mangrove Tree Ressort in Yalong Bay. Riviera without nasty frills.
Christmas on every corner. Huge Reindiers and Christmas trees. Christmas roses and the Christmas Carols from the loudspeakers. They had a 2 hour tape of them and while sipping my capucino's I took the opportunity to practise them all: Last Christmas (Wham), Rudolph the
Red Nosed Reindeer, Driving home for Christmas, Thank God it is Christmas, Jingle Bells. Wasntit boring? No. No problem. Mei wenti. It was funny to practice them in 28 degrees.

Now in Holland, this very moment, Charles Aznavour is luring me into a melancholic mood and though I am strong (no other option) I experience that warm oily feeling of missing something, of a fruitless craving. Time to stand up and make my New Year Resolutions: if you do not move your self you always will be moved. If parting is dying a little it is better to say good bye yourself and leave. Nevertheless I miss "China". I will go back.

51 ONLAND, my new novel

Marcel is negotiating a multicountry licence on Coactive Coaching, just arrived from Los Angeles. Anne moved ahead to the Board of SchoutenGlobal.

Vera arrived just came back from Neurenberg where she helped starting a new Schouten&Nelissen outfit.

In januari we will meet shareholders of a famous Scandinavian Educational Company that will take a licence on our SOFTSKILLSPROGRAM.
We met the Board of New Motivations, Krakow, a company we are participating in, in order to deepen our cooperation.

Our new International site SchoutenTraining.com went into the air. John Zang prepared a new site: the Chinese version of loopbaan.nl, a great achievement, launched november 23.

In the mean time Schouten&Nelissen and all companies involved is finishing a very succesful 2008 We all are very hopeful looking forward to 2009.

SchoutenChina has found her succesful format, i.e. organization, including 5 fully fledget trainers ( a big asset). One of them, Joanne, will join the managementteam.

Henri just arrived from Hongkong building together with Eva a good framework for our Hongkong company.

In the mean time I also finished my 400 page novel: to be launched january 15 ONLAND
Onland is a dutch word refering to "land never been touched by humans, never
to be found in any map."

The content(translated from the dutch brochure of Van Gennep, my dutch publisher.

ONLAND

Harrie Schot is a eco-consultant who has neglected his own garden. On it,
behind high dikes a sloping oak is rotting. The mayor of his town forces
him to cut it down. As soon the roots of the tree are cut all kind of long forgotten and suppressed questions rise. The oak is the only tangible memory of his father, who died 30 years ago in a bizar way.

Tomorrow the last editing meeting with the editors. Then finished.

Thursday I will visit China again for the first time in 7 months, to enjoy the achievements of Chtis Jiang, the Ceo and his staff.

50. American disease

American Disease. I guess everybody knows what this means. And how it hurts when you are living in the vast third world countryside of the Unites States.
And though Obama is hailed like a newborn Jesus Christ, one may wonder if he can cure and prevent new outbreaks of this ugly illness, or sickness rather.

If the accumulation of money is your only or dominant passion you are not only personnally in danger but also endangering the lives and happiness of the innocent and less powerful people. Those in Asia for instance, living at an average income of 75 dollars a months. Gentle people, fighting for survival and the education of their children. They deserve a government that
protects them from the crocodiles.

The PRC came with a plan to reform the vast agricultural world of China Inland. Good example.

46 STRESSMANAGEMENT-3

And after you faced the pain and the world gradually changes from grey into to the sparkling blue and red: I am like a skipper in the silent heart of the hurricane. Storm around, I am aware, but it doesnt touch me, just like the American Disease hardly touches Holland, my country.

If Argentina stands for happiness, is happiness more than the absence of storm and pain?

Last Thursday I sent my the final manuscript of my novel to Van Gennep, the publisher, see next blog.

Together with Gonnie I will pick-up from the airport: Eva and her husband. We will discuss with her the establishment of a SchoutenTraining company in Hongkong. In the mean time
SchoutenBeijing is running well.

Happily enough, you Chinese friends, are able again to receive this Blog.

Off to Schiphol now.

45. She De Stressmanagement 2 Facing the Pain

I once met a 1000 year old Chinese Woman and at certain moments handpicked only by her self, she descends from her planet to visit me. So she does this night. She is sitting opposite me me, blocking the view of the lake. She is extremely agile and while her increasingly greying hair is waving likes the manes of a fiery litlle lion, she lectures me about "loss":

"Loss is destiny. But God is fair. There is Chinese word for it: SHE DE. SHE means: give it away. DE means : gain something.."

"I don't understand? Whats the use?"

"Only if you can stand giving away you can get things back. So SHE and DE are closely related to each other."