So this started as a website where I wanted to share pieces of memories made by wines I drank, yet now it is developing into a place where I share my words, trails of thought, some might even call it poetry.
I’ll leave it up to you to decide.
I intend that my words, be it in Dutch, which is my native language, or in English, inspire you. May my words warm your heart, lead you to action taking or who knows, might even move you to tears.
I wish you all well, and may our hearts always be filled with love and light.
I leave the pages with the wines online for now, hope you enjoy them as much as I did drinking them đ
Wonder where I get some of my inspiration? Go check the book page.
Lots of love,
Tessey
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Hello everyone,
So this started as a website where I wanted to share pieces of memories made by wines I drank, yet now it is developing into a place where I share my words, trails of thought, some might even call it poetry.
I’ll leave it up to you to decide.
I intend that my words, be it in Dutch, which is my native language, or in English, inspire you. May my words warm your heart, lead you to action taking or who knows, might even move you to tears.
I wish you all well, and may our hearts always be filled with love and light.
I leave the pages with the wines online for now, hope you enjoy them as much as I did drinking them đ
Wonder where I get some of my inspiration? Go check the book page.
Ruimte in mijn hoofd  Langzaam week ik los. In de verte hoor ik muziek.Ik voel hoe mijn lijf daar al heen beweegt. Nieuwsgierig kijk ik die kant op. Ik kijk terug op wat achter me ligt. Met een glimlach en een traan. Maar ook met een sprankel in mijn hart Beweeg ik naar de muziek …
Ik ben nog aan het voorbereiden, voordeur nog op slot, het hek voor de glazen deur nog dicht. De zijdeur op een smalle kier, het is al mooi buiten, maar ter verduidelijking hou ik mijn winterjas dicht en jup ook mijn koptelefoon op. Dit alles terwijl ik de sloten van het terras haal. Het terras …
Onmacht Onbegrip Dat iemand wel luistert, maar je niet hoort. dat je naar andere woorden zoekt maar ze niet kan vinden waardoor je steeds verder van elkaar af drijft steeds harder schreeuwt steeds verder weg tot ik je dalijk niet meer zieniet meer hoorniet meer voel ow wat een gemis.
Stories
Once in a while there is a story in English!
So first of all, welcome to a new story. My name is already
known I believe.. Tessey yes indeed. Very well, so I wish to be a story teller.
Now donât be fooled this sounds easier than it looks! Ever sat behind a screen
and thought about which story is that exciting or sad or utterly romantic that
you should write it down for it to become a storyâŠ.?
Well that is the thing, maybe I should just start.. Let me
explain, about a year ago a business woman from my beautiful city Ă
Rotterdam contacted me with the question if I would like to start writing
columns about travelling. She had a look on my Instagram page and found a well-travelled
girl. Now I was absolute amazed by this invite! You know like many of us, I
also have this dream to be a writer, there you have it a Story Teller! And this
woman gave me the strength or opportunity if you may to start making my dream
come true! Ow Wow! So there I was sitting behind my computer thinking about all
my adventures.. and I picked one that was exciting and sad yet with a happy
ending!.. For I am a hopelessly romantic soul⊠I believe in miracles and every
story should have a happy ending. So I started writing and it went quit well,
finished it in a heartbeat. But thatâs when it gets scary as hell⊠you have to
let someone read it and .. well approve it. Letâs see you would be honest and
kind while giving me feedback? I figured my aunt would! She raised me as one of
her own, while always having respect for my parents, even in the rough times. Yup
she was my perfect test person! Called her first to explain and then sent it to
her for her to read it.
Ow dear I was getting a bit nervous, Iâll tell you that! So
within a few minutes she got back to me! She liked it!! I couldnât feel more
proud! Now I was feeling confident enough to send it to the lady who made me
write it in the first place.. Safe and sent!.. And then I waited anxiously for
her reply..
A day passed and *bleep, youâve got mail* It wasnât a very
long mail, she felt every word I wrote, âwhat a story!â she said! Now to me
that was quit a compliment actually so I felt so happy and gratefull all up
till the end of her email⊠She wanted different type of stories, like tips and
tricks. Like, no offence if you are reading this, there already are billions of
tips and tricks stories! So I emailed back that tips and tricks arenât really
my cup of tea.. I wish to tell stories..
She never replied me back after that. Which made me a bit
sad, kind of shattered this dream of mine. Will I ever again be a story
teller?!
So it took me a year to write a new story. This story.
Never let some other than yourself take away your dream. If
you want something get done, go do it yourself! Just gave a tip and maybe even
a trick! Ha to that!
So once again welcome in my happy ending and thanks for
listening.
My name is Tessey and I am a story teller <3
Contact
If you want to connect feel free to look me up on Instagram or Facebook and I will do my best to get back to you asap!