At the threshold of the cold season, grey and often a little sad, I try to look at what surrounds me in a different way and I am surprised by what I see.
The air was damp
But it was not raining.
The cool wind cleared my thoughts
in the undergrowth behind the cathedral.
Frozen fingers.
Good heavens ! Iwould never stop learning.
And even though it was damp and cold
the moment was beautiful.
Au seuil de la saison froide, grise et souvent un peu triste, j’essaie de regarder ce qui m’entoure d’une manière différente et je suis surprise par ce que j’aperçois.
L’air était humide.
mais il ne pleuvait pas
Le vent frais clarifiait mes pensées.
Dans le sous-bois derrière la cathédrale.
les doigts gelés
on n’en finirait jamais d’apprendre
et même s’il faisait humide et froid
Le moment était beau.
In the fog of loyalty
shadows move
following a path that seemed
mapped out in advance but
instead reveals the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
*posted for the first time in June 2023, edited in June 2024
photo : au retour de Whararaki beach, près de Collingwood, cette scène, entièrement gratuite, a fait mon bonheur
Si je pouvais peindre aussi bien que le ciel je ferais des jours incertains, mi-orages, mi-soleil, des nuages comme des voiles, du bleu et de l’or, et de mes mains confuses, je laisserais glisser les émotions dans les couleurs du jour.
photo : coming back from Wharariki beach, a WestCoast feeling
sandy beaches, tides !
For most of my life, my body and mind have led parallel lives: it was my mind that led the game (no, I don’t have to sleep all these hours, I’m tired but it doesn’t matter, of course I can do a little more, etc.). I had warning signs that I dismissed out of hand, until one day my body had enough. We have since been trying to live together, the symbiosis is not always easy but when it happens, I wonder why I thought I could neglect such a big part of myself (and yes, we can have quite a bit of fun together).
