Creation

  I believe in the importance of ceremony, I believe that what we do is important, that it makes a difference. That our wishes, our circles, our drums, our poems, songs, offerings, dances change something. To open, maintain and awaken a fundamental dialogue between man and the world, the...

What is creativity? The wild animal that can't be tamed Fire that either kills or licks your hand, of Humanity She is Essential. Like beauty, the need to make sense, to create...

EST My love...

NORTH The guardian of the North Sitting on the ice Teaches me Sacrifice The community The crazy life that fights to exist Not at the expense But together The master of ceremonies says Our Prayers, not your not my Our The need for Beauty...

SUD Nue Sky water Has poured Carries sounds, impressions, Only joy remains The body exults Les Orages d'été, child This simplicity Right here. Right here. I want I want you Innocence. Meaning without limits Celebrate me! Water from the sky, crashing on my earth Live In life [audio m4a="http://www.ceuxdici.ch/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Storm-Shorter.m4a" loop="true" autoplay="true"][/audio]...

Vision quest - Quest for meaning If the term is becoming fashionable and the stuff of dreams, the practice of vision questing is only just arriving in Europe. Part deep ecology, part reconnection practice, part existential quest, vision fasting is above all a powerful...

Last night i killed my wife, three times i burried her bodies, the three of them under leaves of grief, denial and absence hidden, forgotten, left to rotten Through my dreams, hunted they came back to me Little shrunken dry smelly pieces of flesh and sorrow, three of them I carried them carefully Burn...

Magic Nights run from December 24 to January 4...

Bristlecones Pines are among the world's oldest living creatures...

Owens Valley water stolen. the desert, its truth. Numas people, "Coyote's children living in the Water ditch. were you speaking an unknown language that only I could hear? to whom were you speaking, on your knees, hands in the dust? and that laughter at the edges of your lips. my wild my beloved. arid infinite implacable. to whom did you address your prayers? i saw your crazy eyes, your...

... Good Friday, a forest, a breath, a moment's pause, suspended, listening to the wind rustle in the fir trees, on the feathers of the blue Jay ...

joy and sadness arrival and departure Peace - without tears eyes would have no rainbow - The gratitude of dawn songs The melancholy of dawn farewells Bonjour Printemps...

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