Head and shoulders...

After a long period of settling down at Basecamp Belgium again (which involves mostly psychological stress-reducing skills and endurance in the art of living in a fast-paced-result-oriented society /as opposed to a society where the way you do things to get results matters just as much on a personal level) I can feel that itch again, the one that spells "exploration" and "inspiration". Yet I do not plan on travelling the globe again, as last week I have seen my old world from close-up. I was working the streets for a casting that involved African, Asian and Latin people, and most of those streets where in Brussels. This city has never been my favourite one in Belgium (of course being a real "Antwerpenaar" this will come at no surprise to many of you ;-) since I feel it has a certain emptiness to it, and not just because half of the city flees away every working day at 5 pm. Brussels has this metropolitan character to it, the one that makes it both a place where people from all over the world work and live, as a place where anonymity means people can just wither away and no one will miss them. Roaming the streets intensively I bumped into many a homeless person, whom seem to live under stairs or in dark corners of the same buildings where people are running the world. It made me wonder what my place is on this multi-faced globe of ours. And wonder is what I do. I hope I will wonder and amaze for a long long time, because it seems to give me some kind of quiet in this world. Not knowing exactly what it is that brings me here, in this life, it can also be a way of living. As long as I can find inspiration in exploring both my local habitat and the world out there, I know that things will be fine. As long as I have that curiosity I will just as happily stick out my head to see what moves the crowd around me as I will look at my belly to see what moves me.