Welcome to my homepage, my name is Eva.� A name I had a thorough dislike to as a child, untill I learned the meaning.� She that gives life.�
Giving life.� Yes.� That is what I want to do.� What I want to be.� Giving life.� Giving love.� *laughs* � Why not set high goals from the beginning?� Life is a beautyfull gift, and the hightest praise that someone could ever give Me, is that I have enrichened the life of others.�
That's a very serious start for a homepage, so let's lighten up the load a bit.� Sit down, relax.� Let's take some time to get to know eachother?�
Me?� Oh no... Guests first... You insist?� Well then, let Me tell You a story...
I was born almost 25 years ago.� Three weeks early, and two days before My mothers 25th birthday.� She had hoped that I would come a bit earlier.� As a birthday gift.� I probably had the same idea, but got the dates mixed up.� Something that since then is happening to Me constantly.� I never forget a birthday.� Only the correct date sometimes escapes Me a bit.�
After being born I did the usual things: keeping my parents out of their sleep, learning how to walk (very late) and how to talk (very early so I could order things that I wouldn't walk to to be brought to Me instead), and generally, growing up.�
i think the very first important thing after learning to speak, for Me, was to learn how to read.� I hated it for about 6 months.� When I was learning abstract things.� Like words and letters.� But then... We got to stories.� And I was lost.� Completely and utterly lost.� Words, language, texts, books, stories, poetry... they became a part of my life.� A part of Me.�
I began to weave my own stories.� First in my head, then as a childrensplay, later even on paper.� I discovered theatre about two years later.� A new and abiding love in my life.�
Thanks to my mother, my faith became a big part of my life.� She offered Me the wonderfull stories of Her belief.� Stories about Jezus, and love, and forgiving.� And in her way of being made them come true before my eyes.� A gift I'll be gratefull for forever.�
And then I grew up some more.� I got hobbies.� Unfashionable hobbies.� Like reading, and writing, and embroidery.� And I found friends.� Good friends.� Real friends.� Friends with which to share difficult times and beautyfull times.�
I took theatreclasses, graduated highschool, went to University, gave confirmationclasses, worked with children, set up theatreprojects, wrote stories and poems, did performances, got my MA, studied some more.�
I evolved from fountainpen, to typewriter to textprocessor, to computer.
I went from fantasy to childrensplay to written story, to theatre to online roleplaying.
And I still fantasise.� I still write stories in fountaintpen.� I play like a child.� Use the occasional typewriter.� And can't live very well without the theatre.���� You don't forget old friends just because You make new ones.�
So here I am.� Almost 25.� With a love of reading, children, embroiderie.� *Chuckles* � A Jane Austin Lady, born a hundred years late.�
And You?� What about You?� What is Your story?� Here, have a cup of tea.� I have all the time to listen. |
