You have entered the Bella Moss flight. You can leave at any time you like, or you can lay back and enjoy the scenary.
The destination is to travell with Bella and to do sightseeing together. The travel is in her mind, the sights are thoughts, expiriences, resolutions and insights she will share “live” as they happen.
Ever since Bella was a wee child, she has always been intrigued by foreign cultures. Foreign langueges, the great big world out there. She always felt a strong connection with people from far across the oceans. Let it be a business colleague visiting her dad, or a nomad, playing guitar on the port. She remenicis herself now as a little girl, walking at evening near the sea, straying away from her parents, joining this young, blond guiter player. Every bone in his shirtless torso, his necklesses and earings, his hair, his eyes – transmitted a loud message to her she couldn’t egnore. FREE SPIRIT. He’s presence yelled, and just as the wrackless child she was back then, she intuitively, simply joined him and they magically and naturally dueted. Her mother’s worry and fury were just uncanny, and nothing she saw coming at all. She did not understand what was wrong. They were singing so happily. She still remembers the expression and the look in his truthful eyes. As if his pupils were dancing a little private soul-dance only they knew of, in his pale-blue eyes. Pureness. Pure connection. Pure moments with no fear.
At the age of seven she could no longer contain her curiousity and demended private English lessons. She still remembers the bordom, amazement and dissapointment of the first lesson, when the teacher introduced her with words like “Banana”, or “Avocado”. It’s just the same but with an accent! she groaned in her mind. or “Elefent”. A word she didn’t like the sound of. That does not at all sound like the English I keep hearing in all these moovies and songs.
At the age of nine or ten, she was so intrigued by the typography of cursive English hand writing. Her kind parents sent her to Miss Rose to try and learn that. Thanks to Rose she’s still able to very basicly duddle in English. Thanks to Rose, she had learnt a lot more than a kid that age could have ever learnt about faminanity (I must remember to dedicate a full post to that oh so beautiful and sweet Rose, she thought).
Ever since Bella was a wee child, she was a fan of the written word. At the age of six she was reading full books to herself. At the age of seven she started writing, and never stopped. A tool that was therapiotic for her all her life, especially at hard times. In order to articulate something, you have to deal with it, to understand it. To realize what it is and find the right word. By the time she turned 40 she already filled more than 40 notebooks with her inner self. As soon as she was able to read and write in English, she sat in excitement with the lyrics of every new album, checking every unfamilier word in the dictionary, writing in her hand write, in her notebook – the full song in her language. Watching films she loved over and over again, practicing not looking at the subtitles at all. She was all in love with the English language. Just beautiful, and so reach.
Ever since Bella was a tiny little girl she had a lot to say. She always had too much to say about everything. More than anyone wanterd to hear at the time. She remembers her self in the very deep water, huge skis on her feet, trying to stay stable, blabbing constantly and swollowing water. Her father and his friend teaching her to water ski; “talk less!! keep your lips purssed and you won’t swallow so much water all the time and be able to raise!” that didn’t help. She had so much to say.
And ever since Bella was a young woman, she knew how to tell a story. To read a blessing, to peach a presentation. And liked doing it. When she talked the room was silent. She had that gift of being able to make her audience follow her lead; laugh, cry, and be touched.
So
that’s all she and you know for now. She loves writing, she loves English. She has a lot to say and she loves telling stories. Here she is, writing her everyday life stories in English. Pritty simple 🙂
Bella is writing of her becoming. She has this passion to document her quest. So many people keep telling her: “2020 is going to be your year!” Well then – let’s watch it unfold together.
She would like to only stay commited to the process, that is currently the main goal. To document the process of her becoming. Like watching a painter as they paint a painting. A composer, as he or she intimatlly plays with the keys, to search for a tune.
And, she wishes to stay commited to the enjoyment of her and her readers.
BON VOYAGE!
* Since Bella is by all means not a native speaker and since there currently is no proofreading to the blog, spelling mistakes may occur. So please, bear with us 🙂
