Being u – A letter to my sister…

Being you

I love you for letting me be me in your presence.
For being able to express my frustration on some concern of mine without it effecting our deep ties.
I love you for being there in the times I celebrate life.
And the ones when I am mad at circumstances…
And as your sister I want you to be aware of the uniqueness of your being.
I want you to bless your presence, your birth and even every second of the lucky person I am to have you in my mornings, evenings, years and days…
I want a whole lot.
I want you to take care of yourself if not for yourself then for me for I cannot imagine my space without you.
I want your joys to be mine. Your laughter to be in synchronization with mine but if it’s not, I will try to erase the shadows of your soul.
I am willing to try alleviate your burden.
Share the tools I stumbled upon by divine providence.
But most of all I feel privileged and honoured to have been given the opportunity of treading the paths together, heart to heart, hand in hand…
This is why I picked up this morning my phone to let you know.
Thank you for being one of the best person I know on this planet.
Thank you for giving so much of you in the eight days I was visiting.
For sharing your time, listening…
For your big generous heart.
For encompassing, embracing all that cross your path.
For showing it.
For the light, the proof that goodness prevails.
For leading quietly without realizing it.
For being.

P.s
My apologies for my absence during a very busy winter until now.
As soon as things quieten down I’ll be back liking & commenting again
promise 🙂

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Good times, what a blessing! Nov. 2012 ( oa essay )

Good times…
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This essay was coming out of the low moments as a result of doing what I have most pleasure in doing. Writing and painting and sharing it on the blog. Music and photography will have to wait until I start feeling more comfortable with those .

Good times
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Does it occur to us that sometimes our writings have a tremendous amount of despair or self-abuse described?
Writing is for everyone liberating. It is the first thing that comes to our mind when hurt gnaws at us. At the end of the page we feel cleansed.
But could we focus for once on the times rays of rationality beam through? The days we tuck in fourteen hours of work, feel tired but so alive?
Get so absorbed in our task that we forget about food and eat solely for the physical energy. What a blessing, what a truce! So much easier than the fight.
What about the enthusiasm, the love and joy we spread around, the closeness to our cherished ones and the protective wings we encircle them with, the peace felt, by doing small and seemingly insignificant tasks that feel grand to us?
Small is sometimes big.
Is that not a far brighter subject?
The saying goes “without obscurity we would not see the light“
Appreciation comes from the lack of… Had we not gone without in the past, how could we know what is here now?

This essay is dedicated to all those in recovery. To a world of people who have the courage and audacity to face and work on their imperfections, which everyone has.

To them I bow and wish to give an apercu, a glimmer of what can be, with a bit of tenacity.

Be strong, do not bend to what you would call our darker moments yet, be flexible and undulate with the current, it will lead you to quiet sparkles, to serene bliss and undetected Nirvana.

Can we believe? I do.

That is the journey I took many years ago. Every year I believe I have found all the truth that exists and every year I am proved wrong. There is always some more…

There are many ways that lead to Rome. To a few, it will be wisdom, others, knowledge or experience, which is the best teacher of all, it will lead you to the light brought by comprehension… To that instant of clarity, the split second where it all fits…

The doors open and you walk in a state of…

Life is worth living for, the past trials were all worth it, for this inner-discovery. No loud trumpets, no explosive fireworks, just, THIS… NOW…

And that is all that matters.

Contact lointain 1987 ( French Poetry with translation in English as ” Distant communication ” )

distant communication
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Hi!

This poem was written in 1987 after I had received the phone call of one of my very close siblings.
The happiness of hearing his voice was such, that those words just, burst forth as a result.

I am going to put the English translation straight in. I hope you will enjoy it.

Distant communication
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A phone rings
And the sun shines
In my head resonates
A ” hello ” that chimes

Messenger of life
That sometimes smiles
Messenger of the subsistence
Of the ” bread ” you have baked

The sun of an instant
The phone of a moment
But, still in my head resonates
A ” hello ” that chimes

_________

Contact lointain
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Un téléphone sonne
Et le soleil rayonne
Dans ma tête où résonne
Un ” Allô ” qui carillonne

Messager de la vie
Qui parfois te sourit
Messager de la mie
Du pain que tu as cuit

Le soleil d’un instant
Le téléphone d’un moment
Mais dans ma tête toujours résonne
Un ” Allô ” qui carillonne

Have a beautiful day!

Toi, tu es ma soeur 1989 ( French poetry translated in post above as “you are my sister,my friend!” )

poésie de mon coeur…
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Toi, tu es ma soeur !
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Poésie de mon coeur
Histoire de bonheur
Tendresse et douceur
Toi, tu es ma soeur.

Fée des prairies
Tu enlèves mes soucies
Tout le monde tu éclairci
D’un sourire adouci

Rempli de vertus
Je ne m’en suis aperçu
Tu as l’oreille tendu
Au petit détail farfelu

Poésie de ma vie
Histoire infinie
Tendresse d’aujourd’hui
Tu es ma soeur, mon amie !