Grief is a felt experience of love for something lost or that we are losing. That is an incredibly powerful doorway.
Where does it all lead? What will become of us?…It leads to each other. We become ourselves.
Wonderful felting week at Whitbey island
New friends and beach walking,amazing trees
One day we realize that we are fishing our whole life but we are not after the fish
l’ exigence du lointain
porte le cadeau de la perspective
pour ceux qui partent pour ceux qui restent
temps de pause et de veille au jardin
c’est à genoux qu’on cultive la terre
Ce qui ne peut danser au bord des lèvres s’en va hurler au fond de l’âme.
Citation de Christian Bobin ; Œuvre : L’autre visage – 1991.
“Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.”
Men go forth to wonder at the heights of mountains, the huge waves of the sea, the broad flow of the rivers, the vast compass of the ocean, the courses of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering.
My storehouse having been burnt down, nothing obstructs my view of the bright moon.
Masahide, Zen poet