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photo: Leaves speak the language of temperature. In all their autumn glory, they are telling me « the cold is coming ».
The light bends like a truth slightly guilty because of its harshness, while the leaves fall brilliantly. Why does my shadow tug at my sleeve to confide in me, to remind me of old stories I had buried so well? Yet we make peace for a while, just to crumple a few leaves in the last rays of light.
photo : Akersten reserve, Nelson marina, harmony of morning colours in the Matai river at high tide.
Yes, the silence of the water, which can be listened to and comprises almost everything in the turquoise of the morning, dense, light, that one that glides over the day.
photo: during a short stay in Kaiteriteri during the pandemic, it was in June, it was cold and our little eco accommodation was lacking in heating. Nevertheless, I have very fond memories thanks to the marsh that our apartment overlooked
. …but the marsh in winter has caught my attention, with its vegetal and motionless life, cracking in the morning cold, as the pink mist rises, along with the day, above the heavy grass full with rainwater and the ducks sleeping like stones, behind the tufts of grass.
To become yourself, do like the seagull, whom by taking off repeatedly, finds its path and rhythm.
In the winds of doubt passing through the reeds, I embark on the journey of the self, sprinkled with shadow and light, whispers and gestures, but the mask shall be thrown off! Heavy and cold when moving towards the fragility of wildflowers, I will hold my ground in the storm, lift the veil, embrace the chaos, the beauty in order to find the essence.
Photo: Salisbury Falls, a memorable swim, icy water and beautiful sun.
Sometimes life resembles a dream and other times the dream is more vivid than reality. Sometimes ghosts invite themselves to the table, you dance a little with them before they disappear. Then, you search for the right words to express what has happened, you do not find them, but they end up finding you.
My poetic journey through words and image/ Mon journal poetique a travers les mots et les images