photo: path leading to Wharariki beach, dominated by the winds, one really feels the West Coast. Trees have no other choice but to bend to the demands of the weather (one has to imagine the restless wind imposing its will on the trees).
we often repeated our eternal waltzes, which were only wind, but we didn’t know it. And we began to swirl again in the grass, all the breathing we had left in the heat of the day.
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).
