Who is Annette & What does she Do?

        Who is Annette? And What does she Do? 

Annette.  Born on the whitest Thursday of the year 1976, two days before Easter. Ready for one of the hottest summers ever, when I have to believe my mother.

My first steps I put down in Lemmer. A village in the South West of Friesland. The Netherlands. Every spring I’ve seen from my window hundreds of tulips in bloom. On the other side of the village, are the lakes of Friesland for lots of joy in the summer. There was a lot of everything, and much of nothing. Grass and a chestnut tree in which my brother had built a cable car to another tree in the garden. Own tomatoes and chives. A strip of garden I owned. Where I proudly gazed at, but hardly in participate. Everything grows by itself,  I thought as a child. “The clouds give rain. The sun and me, we’re giving love.” Done! After one year there was no strip of garden left..

With dozens of teenagers I bicycled everyday to school and back. Twice a day ten miles. And only once a bend in the road. The area was built in squares of fields. With Potatoes. Endive, Carrots, Lettuce, and lots of tulips. Did I mention that I love tulips?

The world is bigger than my father’s garden. Also of my mother’s. Which is the same garden. So, when I was 18 I moved [almost all young people in the Netherlands move out of the house around that age]. My second house was in Assen. My third house also. My school was living in Assen. That’s why I went. I did not like Assen. So I moved to Groningen, which I did love. I also had a fifth house. In Amsterdam. And a sixth. In which I still live. I love my house. Now my house is my office. She responds to everything and I’m proud of her. Since she’s the office too we are better friends than we were. That’s fine. You do want a stupid office. You want a cozy office. And I have it. Along with my own house.

On the balcony I have grapes. Well, with only branches on it. I do not know why. But I love vines without grapes. You have to take people as they are, I think. So I do the same with plants.

On Saturday, I love to go to the market, baking apple pie and drink coffee. I love drinking coffee. If you want to know anything about me and you give me coffee for free, it’s very likely I’ll give you the answers. Today I learn that this is not always useful. If you want to live the same way like me, then you should also ask for money or bread, vegetables, one year free electricity, or subscribe to the dentist or something.

On the front page of this website I share all my thinking. I want to remember and preserve what I discover. And it’s beautiful to share. So use it the way you want. It is from me, for us.

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What do I do? I do a lot of things! But they all include the same ingredients.

• I Need to Love what I do. So therefore I choose my projects very ‘Intuitive’ –  There are not many rational reasons for what I do.
• It should not Feel like ‘Work‘, but as ‘Playful’   ‘Discovering’  &   ‘Adventurous’. 
• I’m on my Best if I can interfere in Communication & Behavior   [in which I flourish in Group Dynamic and Conflict Communication]
• In the Netherlands I mostly train people in Communication and Co-creating projects.
• I also host events, write and at the moment I’m creating a documentary about the area in which I’m living in Amsterdam.
• I also introduced a Tiny Way to create Grand Feelings with Love – Take all you Need

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The way I think about Communication & Behavior is the Following:                     

Most ‘problems’ in the field of communication are seldom about the persons themselves. At the time the individual subjective disappears, things and problems are much easier to objectify. From there is a solution soon at hand. If not so, then a farewell is also not prohibitive. Realistic look and solution thinking approaches my style.

Lot’s of times I use an example of two cups on the table with a line between them. They symbolize us. They can turn around. Or move. Sometimes they’re full of fluids, sometimes they’re empty. But what ever will happen – They’re always a cup. The essential part of a connection is the line between the two cups. That’s the place where the fun happens! Where communication is going on. And we can explain ourselves. We can tell others what we see from the point of view where we’re at. We can share our ‘being’ with loved ones. But for communication’s sake it doesn’t matter. Psycho analyses about some personal past cán be nice, but not always functional if you need to co-create ín the moment. The only thing that’s necessary though for communication and connection, is the respect and sincere way that’s set on the line between the cups.

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