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Time to celebrate 1st year blog anniversary!


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Wow! One year already! It was a year filled with… well, no words can describe the amount I’ve learned, grown and received from all my fellow bloggers.
There’s a tremendous amount of appreciation I’d like to express to everyone who took an interest in my blog, took their time (which is precious indeed) to like and especially comment (that takes even longer:)) without all that positive feedback I don’t know if I would’ve had the tenacity it provided to try more & better…
Thank you Thank you Thank you! The pictures posted here under are for you all.

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Summer heart puddle 🙂
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A thank you note!
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Temple Grandin – Thinking in Pictures


I don’t know why I didn’t think of posting before this brilliant excerpt of the film “Temple Grandin” which I was so impressed with. So, here it is!
It’s a story of victory… of a person turning their handicap to strength and soaring to heights very few achieve.
I couldn’t find the full film but I have found after much research this very high quality BBC documentary on T. Grandin’s life too.
Let me know if you were familiar with the film and your opinion on this documentary.

The Woman Who Thinks Like A Cow (Documentary)

Published on Jan 23, 2013
Dr Temple Grandin has a unique ability to understand the animal mind – and she’s convinced her skill is down to her autistic brain.

Temple believes she experiences life like an animal. Her emotions are much simpler than most people’s and she feels constantly anxious. It’s this struggle with overwhelming anxiety that led her to discover just how much she has in common with animals and, in particular, cows.

Using her ability to observe the world through an animal’s eye, she has been able to make an enormous impact on animal welfare. Her greatest achievement has been in the area of slaughterhouses – she has fundamentally changed the way animals are held and slaughtered.

Today she’s an associate professor of animal science, a best-selling author and the most famous autistic woman on the planet.
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Science & Technology
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My twin sister Dec. 2011 English poem with its French original text


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twin sister
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Forever the lives of our two families intermingle.
In my mind there is no “I, You, They” We are one.
Although we have chosen different paths, my heart inhabits boundless love for all of us.
In my universe, where love primes, there is no judgment. There are images of two parallel lives, with
souls merging, while remaining one hundred percent faithful to one’s own personality.
I am grateful to have experienced it so far.

My twin sister
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Unique friendship
Twin sister
The space of a day
A breath away

I conjugated
The verb “love“
All individuals
Interweaving
Fashioning a Madonna

The movie of our lives
Scrolls ad infinitum
In my restless mind
Imbibed with love

Since always
My heart belongs to you
Your life, I hold
In the palm of my hand

Up in my tower
In the trough of my universe
I sing for you verses
Protecting you with all my being

You gave
Without counting
You have nourished
Blessed my life

My soul begged
Parched
You insufflate
To resuscitate it

Generous and tender
Passionate and devoted
The well deserved title
Comes to you henceforth

You are my angel
You are my angle
You are such,

My twin sister!

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Ma soeur jumelle
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Unique amitié
Soeur jumelle
Par l’espace d’un jour
A l’écart d’un souffle

J’ai conjugué
Le verbe “aimer”
Toutes les personnes
S’entremeler
Façonnant une Madone

Le film de nos vies
Défile à l’infini
Dans mon esprit agité
D’amour imbiber

Depuis toujours
Mon cœur t’appartient
Ta vie je la tiens
Dans la paume de ma main

En haut dans ma tour
Aux creux de mon univers
Je te chante des vers
Te protégeant de tout mon être

Tu m’as donnée
Sans compter
Tu m’as nourrie
Béni ma vie

Mon âme supplié
Comme une assoiffée
Tu as insufflé
Pour la ressusciter

Généreuse et tendre
Passionnée et dévouée
Le titre bien mérité
Te viens désormais

Tu es mon ange
Tu es mon angle
Tu es telle,

Ma sœur jumelle !

Sweet worries 1991 ( Prose in its English original text! )


baby sleeping

This prose was written in the midst of child-rearing. The times we thought, would be frozen forever.
When we thought we’d stay in pampers and pureed foods till the end of our lifetime…

It is to be noted that it’s the one and only time I wrote a prose in English.

Sweet worries
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Hush little baby
Please, don’t drive me crazy
Hush little baby
Oh! Beautiful as a daisy

A gurgle
A yawn
A bottle
At dawn

A smile
To forgive
A hug
To forget

A yawn
At dawn
The bottle
Is warm

I cuddled
My bundle
And time
Was mine

Hush, little baby
Please, don’t drive me crazy!
Hush little baby
Oh! Beautiful as a daisy

I hope you enjoyed this little moment of innocence and softness.

How do we clear our conditioned minds? 2012


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That sparkle…
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Hi Everyone!

How do we clear our minds of given ideas?We know those ideas don’t suit us, yet we return to them in an automatic reflex.
I wish someone had the answer, meanwhile I settle with the saying ( If I remember it correctly ) ” repetition is the only form of consistency we can achieve “.
What came out of it nevertheless, was an article which I hope you’ll enjoy!

Our conditioned minds
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” We come in for vanity, we continue for sanity, we stay for serenity ” . Another saying which is true, down to its last word. ( For anyone of you who have tried OA )
There’s only one slight problem there, we stay for years on the first sentence, before we realize it’s the last two, which are the glue to program.

They are the reason, people stick to meetings year in, year out, accepting the imperfections that come with the long journey we’ve embarked upon.
Our brains are so conditioned to think vainly, when our abstinence goes haywire, the first thing that comes to our mind is, ” I won’t fit into my jeans tomorrow! ”
But what about our thoughts, feelings, emotions, our view toward life, the world and the positivity that comes along with a serene abstinence, the sun that persistently manifests itself in the darkest of our wintry days?

THAT is actually the reason we stay on, paving our way, ( sometimes on hands and feet ) clearing the stones, which come along a new track. Or even an old one for that matter!
Our minds just need training. It needs getting into the habit of thinking sanely. knowing what truly matters. What is relevant in our lives right NOW. Is it the ” jeans ” or the sparkle, vitality, vigor, verve, zest, pep… So many synonyms yet all of them describe the exact way we feel on abstinence, and that’s the ONLY reason we’re still here.

Our psyche might still be on the old ” program ” by years of indoctrination and automatically goes to conceit but if we stop for a moment and ponder on why we stubbornly linger and try to carve for ourselves a little space in this amazing ” plan of action ” this very efficient ” project for the living ” we’d realize and conclude we’re in it for the ” core “.

For the soul it brings back to us.

Have a very good day!

And there was silence! Fiat Silentium! 2010


Noisy family

Hello everyone!

First and foremost I’d like to thank you all for your support.
For a new blogger it’s very encouraging. I hope you’ll forgive occasional mistakes, as you can see, it’s still unfamiliar terrain.
I’d like today to give over to you an essay I wrote two years ago for an assignment.
There are some times in writing, when ones thoughts meet the pen with such easiness it takes you by surprise, but you know, the main reason
is, because it came straight from within, unto the paper. ( Keep in mind that my works are mostly fictional )
This is exactly what happened this time, I truly had pleasure creating it, enjoy!

And there was silence!
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Four forty five pm and I open my eyes with difficulty after a short nap which I seldom indulge into.

Five or ten minutes go by and I’m still struggling with the sensation of deep relaxation pulling me back into the fuzziness of slumber.
I was aware that something was unusual but I couldn’t define the exactitude of it’s source.
The impression of being in synchronization with the universe, was so overpowering, I allowed myself the luxury to absorb the uniqueness of the
moment however ephemeral it was to be.

The clock inevitably ticked by for another fifteen minutes,when it suddenly dawn unto me… THERE WAS SILENCE!

Now. If you would ever dare to adventure into our abode, you’d be quickly swept into the swirl of laughter, vociferous vocals, musical sounds being practiced
in the background, phones ringing, machines humming as a washer, dryer, ovens, friends visiting and we, seemingly comfortable with our noisy style of life.
Being accustomed to the frenzy we experience as a daily occurrence, you’d probably have the sensation of stepping into a cyclone or a hurricane, never to
come back again.
Which I would appreciate and infer that you come from quieter settings and upbringing.

We have amazing children ranging in the ages of teens to over twenties and we tried our best to educate them to feel and express themselves with no inhibitions.
To love and to live in it’s true sense. We sometimes enjoy indulging in vespertinal behavior but mainly, daily life quickly wins over.
I would fain admit that I’m the culprit of this boisterous lot.

Hence,my disorientation when silence tread-ed in unabated.
Having dragged myself out of my torpor, I became aware of the pulsating sounds of a world within my own, piercing my cocoon.
I could perceive the heartbeat of a vibrating town.
Cars and lorries, following the course of their traced paths… The echoes of someone dropping brusquely a metal object in their balcony…
How silence can be treacherous!
Primarily, I could cut through silence as I would a birthday cake.
It predominated and invaded the small space I found myself in. It was total and complete. Yet, as consciousness seeped in my pores, there was the recognition that,
quietude, always vibrates with sound.

It throbs and pulsates as the heart of a newborn.

Had you climbed the highest mountain, in the hope of escaping the hubbub of the so-called civilized world, you would still be encumbered by the winds resonating through the stillness,
if you wouldn’t be in the right mindset.

Silence, is noise. Forasmuch as, without it, this” testimony of life ” would’ve gone undetected.

And without the pandemonium of our big cities, we wouldn’t have encountered or experienced, fleeting moments of nirvana.

Silence is alive.

If it would be as absolute as we’d wish it to be, long would we be gone to a dimension, where sound is, but a distant memory ( If we have one! ) Where living in the present
is not a choice but a way of being.
Where we would have fallen astern in our appreciation of the cock-crow in a barnyard or, the wail of a capricious child. We would be, confronted to a world of unmitigated stillness.
Where the soul is wrapped up in clouds of spirituality. Where,regret doesn’t have a place. Or philosophy a name. Habits and thoughts are belated pilgrims. We’d be with the knowledge that we’d
been transients unto territories that FELT familiar and convinced we were affiliated to it’s structures.

Blessed be, the occasional forays of silent resemblances, or smothered din intruding our intended worldly peace.

After pondering on that thought, I nonetheless, savored and relished every parcel of blissful, imperfect tranquility given to me. But, not-withstanding, vowed to go out for a stroll in our
beautiful town and absorb every bit of sound surrounding me!

The dense traffic, the tramways screeching on the rails, the wailing sirens of an ambulances saving in extremis lives of it’s dwellers and even my portable, blaring a cacophonous tune, as a devilish choice of my dear children who had gone unanswered too many a time.
I did all that with gladness in my step and providence’s wink ( or nod of approval ) which I interpreted by the rays of sunshine coming out after a long and freezing winter.

We live on a main artery which leads to highways conducting to many countries. The contrast between the ethereal and peaceful experience I had just encountered in my Utopian Elysium, the bedlam
created by our civilization felt like an uproar and aggression to my eardrums. But the gilded heavenly rays of warmth temptingly invite and tease me into hazarding myself into the year 2010.
We have a beautiful park running alongside our boulevard which always makes the walk thither a treat we all look forward too.

At present, I walk along the border of the park, the sounds of birds chirping, merging, with those of today’s means of transportation and find myself enjoying the quality and best of the two worlds.
The beauty of ( nearly! ) untouched nature and the luxury of our highly developed environment.
The park ends, and I saunter further and see the facades of antique houses. I admire the beauty of it’s architecture. The carving of it’s stones polished and renovated today as a token of appreciation to a rich historical past.

I see, time, effort and amounts of money we could never fathom, invested, to make every inhabitant, proud and privileged to belong to this infrastructure.
I wander straight on, sensing gratitude engulf my entire being, finding myself guided toward a museum nearby which, only it’s frontage, is a pleasure to the eyes.From there, my steps lead me, to what I call ” my ” bookstore, my treasure-cave. Rows after rows, filled with books, all sizes, colors and ages. Allowing me to blot out the ” palpitations ” of our era and soak up the tidal-wave of passions for the beauty of words, shaped, molded, carved and chiseled painstakingly by writers who’s love for perfection, overcame the tribulations that accompanied such a profession.

Book shop

Calmness descended upon me and I picked up a book on John Keats works.

Movement and noises, faded in the background and I found myself enthralled and swirled into a precarious, distant past…

But as usual, life always wins over imagination and I felt impelled back to the forces of the current moment.
The hustle and bustle of the outdoors yanks me to the verisimilitude of today’s frenzy.
I squint at the unusually persistent glare of sunlight flooding the square and opt for an empty bench inviting me to ensconce and bask in the pleasure of my new purchase.

I permeate and infuse every second of this impromptu escapade, Which brings a flavor of voyage. A wish for celebration. As a furlough from a superior to his subordinate.Prompting him to the thrill and anticipation that comes with unforeseen festivities.

I then, trace back my trajectory as if drawn by a magnet towards the confine of my own element, my fount, my shield and shelter. In the hope of basking sometime, very soon, again, in a few gifted minutes of blissful, ecstatic… SILENCE!

Thank you for taking your time to read this!