Waitress – She used to be mine

Jessie Mueller sings ‘She Used to be Mine’ from Waitress on Broadway. It’s just brilliant.


I Love Dogs

I think you might love this article by our friends over at Shareably. It’s all about dogs and why they do the things that they do. Well I loved it anyway:


Hope you’re all well,




In the Woods

The Woods

I can hear footprints every night
– In the Woods

The moment when it came to me, I understood.
– In the Woods

Maybe its my passion to be, to do what my guts want and my eyes can’t see.
Maybe it´s all good
– In the Woods

The noisy peace and the quiet bass
Its like a light we light to chase.
You can smell the air, the grass and get hit by a deer.
Or are you still hiding and tortured by fear

You deal with yourself, you figure out whats good.
But the only place, is here in the Woods.

Never more lonely and never more loved


By Tree Soul

New York Boat

Bridge Boat

Young Boy gets bullied

This video got me right in the feels:



Beauty 2

She lived in Paris…

But she was lonely most of the time,

And she couldn’t understand why.

So she called her Dad and he came to visit.

‘Time, he said, has a great habit of helping us out. So keep your head down and see.’

He hugged her

When he left she could still hear his voice

So she left her new, sad apartment and kept her head down

And she got on with it

He was kinda right

Soon it turned into her old, happy apartment

And she saw the city differently

The Future – A Beautiful Poem

Love this Song

About A Year

I just wanted to share a small video this week I made to help some friends on a project to raise awareness and support people with Motor neurone disease. I guess the dance speaks for itself and I hope you all have a great weekend!

About A Year in Dance from About A Year on Vimeo.

Just like that

Way to early in the morning

he got to his plates of meat,
nodded to the dead loss,
settled his tit for tat
on to his loaf of bread.
This is what he accepted to do.
it´s just like that.
Went down the apples and pears
into the field of wheat,
stopped at the rubbity dub
for a couple of drown your fears
with his china plates
No time to waste,
no time to meet up with mates
Went home to the trouble and strife
and the god forbids.
back to tit for tat.
“Just like that.”
He earned his bread and honey
with the usual grind and shirk.
Had the money but never touched
the dirt of the naughty nights out.
He died of the jack dancer
on his pat malone.
Thought he had it all,
but died alone.
No more tit for tat.
… Just like that.
                                                                                           30th of Januar  By Tree Soul
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