The ability to invent, to create, to give birth to projects like beings - dancing on the walls of our caves. Engraving, painting, images, singing... Caring for our humanity and contemplating, humbly, Beauty. The mystery. The unknown yet familiar. A song of beautiful humans.
A blog in constant evolution...
tout un Univers se décline en couches de simplicité. Le bruit des ailes des choucas dans le bleu du ciel au dessus de mon corps allongé contre Terre Sinon, presque le Silence Ce calme là lorsque l'on quitte le sentier, plus de chemin, l'air qui semble s'épaissir de l'absence de troubles, juste...
"The Other said: I am Other, who are you I said: I don't know you Other said: You know nothing about me." Do you care? Tree is the Other, the one standing in the heat dying from drought and slowly becoming skinnier and skinnier. I am lying flat on the...
MEREDITH LITTLE Death as the ultimate Rite of Passage (English version below) In May, we had the immense pleasure of welcoming Meredith Little to Switzerland for a week-long seminar on death as a rite of passage. It was also an opportunity for us to officially celebrate, thanks to the visit of...
*Porosity is the set of voids in a solid material, filled by fluids. Listen to flying rivers, track atmospheric rivers, let the sandstorms of Death Valley sweep you off your feet, fall into the stars at night...
Sea creatures from the depths of the oceans dance and gather The size of our souls Planet Earth Tonight the fires on the hilltops and the raging wind Hymn to life, hymn to all lives Short freedom dear, like the wind's fire...
It's strange, this way of remember of things, places, moments that never happened. And then.., everything passes, quickly. please, don't betray yourself. here, do the first step. Reconciliation. for ever and ever and ever [gallery columns="2" size="large" ids="5577,5578"] ...
[gallery columns="2" size="medium" link="none" ids="5531,5530"] I live up Flower Alley There's a timeless poetry in this place...
Assuming an inconsistency, one of many - Manifesto for criminal activity. ...
Sometimes it's as if. There was War, we walk to the ocean lips of the earth. Walking like a prayer. Walking Waters. And then, like a shock, like a surprise, on the red earth of the ancients, the presence of this Being who breaks my open heart, an avalanche of respect...
Naming Beings, calling them by name, and invent, to name those we don't know...
A conversation, how to listen if not by being silent. [video width="960" height="540" mp4="http://www.ceuxdici.ch/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/effleurer-4mb.mp4" autoplay="true" loop="true" preload="auto"][/video] Facing the inevitable, dance the disappearance. If there is a source place refuge then it would be of clay Here is necessarily now Don't hold on any longer No longer hold Dare what moves Regenerate [video width="960" height="540" mp4="http://www.ceuxdici.ch/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/caresse-liquide.mp4" preload="auto" autoplay="true"][/video] Conversation with what's disappearing ...
Rage against the dying of the Light, Greet every new Dawn. In my arms, a bouquet of Paper Flowers, the flowers that never fade...
Yes, in this moment of exile, to this unknown in the heart of one's own self, territory, gaze. Yes, it is, as you so beautifully put it, "Everything is a moving Landscape"...
One step at a time, skimming the South African bush, sometimes like a dizzy spell...
As many drops, from so different stories, gathering to create a new stream. Learning from the water that runs across all life cycles, all sources are One. Trust Mary Oliver's poem...
[gallery size="medium" ids="4486,4492,4490,4489,4488,4487"] As expected, the second wave of covid arrives in Europe. Pay attention to what's going on in and behind our screens, above our heads, in our heads too. Find out a little About this digital world that also loves curves...