Photo: Marahau (Windy Gardens), at high tide, this marsh is submerged. At low tide, a small stream of water makes its way through the wild grass to reach the mother.
When I saw this stream of water winding its way through the weeds, I immediately thought to myself that it looked like my life, which has never followed a straight line, has often been submerged, but has continued its way always looking at the sea.
*as always, inspired by the work of Edouard Levé
Photo: Split Apple Rock, Marahau (windy gardens), an enchanting beach, quality silence, many swims in the gentleness of the waves of the bay
I will meet the sea
when I reach the end of earth
a splash of water
photo: heron, Marahau, windy gardens, Abel Tasman, national park
We will watch
in the clear water
the cloudy reflection of ourselves
which, surprisingly, will have not changed that much
although we had hoped that
the passage of time
would have transformed us at least a little
but we were measuring ourselves up
against our wounds
So we will resume hobbling along
one step forward, two steps back
*posted in February 2023, edited in February 2024
photo : marshlands in Marahau (windy gardens), colours keep changing all day long, whether there is sun or not, always beautiful
we didn’t talk about the following day
the present already seemed so full
by dint of living every second
we wondered
Where were we?
Oh yes!, we told ourselves
between now
and tomorrow
Life, the world, time
one way or the other
alone or with others
we are walking
*posted in November 2022, edited in 2023