RMR: Bear tagging in Canada!

Amazing documentary, re-blogged for it’s exceptional quality.

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Live & Learn

Funny and heartwarming.

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Source: Thank you Aunt Olga

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Jerusalem March 2012 English poem with its original text

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This poem is a result of a memorable first time rainy visit, to Jerusalem

Jerusalem
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We climb
Painfully toward you
The cypresses point their
Peaks toward the heavens
Toward you God

It is winter and cold
But in my heart
Is joy
For I find you, dripping
Noisy, stirring
As a sister

Jerusalem in rain
The Wall, where everything glistens
Is to have touched God,
To wrap oneself in divine,
Being in the center, a concave
Let one self coddled.

How your stones are beautiful!
Witnesses of time
Sculptured by the wind
Cold by moments
Scorching often
I approach to brush you lightly…

Per emotion, I hesitate
But my hand rushes
My eyes close
Your energy encircles me
And my soul loves…

As a blind
I follow your relief
Forget my grievances
Time fades
A horn bellows
A prayer for the mass

I am bound to you
By serenity, your pride
Your wisdom and faith
Never had I seen you
As glistening and adorned
Sparkling and sated

Then, we move away painfully. From you
Oh! Jerusalem
The cypresses point their peaks through the mist
My eyes cloud over

Toward the heavens,
Toward you, God.
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Jérusalem
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Nous grimpons péniblement vers toi
Les cyprès pointent leurs
Cimes vers les cieux
Vers toi Dieu.

C’est l’hiver, il fait froid
Mais dans mon cœur
C’est la joie.
Car je te retrouve ruisselante
Bruyante et émouvante
Comme une sœur.

Jérusalem dans la pluie,
Le Mur où tout luit,
C’est toucher Dieu.
M’envelopper de divinité
Etre au centre, au creux
Me laisser dorloter

Que tes pierres sont belles !
Témoin du temps
Sculpter par le vent
Froide par moment
Brûlante souvent
Je m’approche pour t’effleurer…

Par émotions j’hésite
Mais ma main se précipite
Mes yeux se ferment
Ton énergie me cerne
Et mon âme t’aime.

Comme une aveugle
Je suis tes reliefs
Oublie mes griefs
Le temps s’efface
Une corne beugle
Une prière pour la masse

Je suis lié à toi
Par la sérénité, ta fierté
Ta sagesse et ta foi
Jamais je ne t’avais vu
Aussi luisante et parée
Brillante et repu.

Puis, nous nous éloignons péniblement. De toi
Ô ! Jérusalem
Les cyprès pointent leurs cimes à travers la brume
Mes yeux s’embrument.

Vers les cieux,
Vers toi, Dieu.

My brother – So gentle Dec.2011 Poem with French original text

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This poem was written with rivers of love for my younger brother whom I discovered later, the strength of his soul.

My Brother
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Back turned
You watched nowhere
I heard a sob
Waking me with a start

I feigned sleep
My heart alert
Wishing to comfort
Not daring to admit

Desolate landscape
Décor effaced
All in you cried out
To regain your liberty

Moment of infinite tenderness
Parenthesis in my distress
I trampled your softness
Not thinking about your welfare
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Have I expiated my sin
With a rose, a thing?
No, It is with love
For my brother, I feel

Witness of a story
Of a derisory past
A long path
Cultivated by our means

Age, unveiled
The clarity, the truth
Of your soul, beauty
Was revealed to me

I felt beating in me
The rhythm of life
The tom-tom of joy
A window to the radiant

My brother is only sweetness
Artisan and author
Of an inner strength
Kindness, his motor
———–
I needed all these years
To find you, appreciate
To understand your value
Your personality in depth

Perhaps a rose,
Is after all just a thing
But I hold it out to you
In all friendship

As a peace offering 🙂

Mon frère n’est que douceur
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Le dos tourné
Nul part tu regardais
J’entendis un sanglot
Me réveillant en sursaut

Je feignis le sommeil
Mon cœur en éveil
Voulant te consoler
Mais n’osant te l’avouer

Paysage désolé
Au décor effacé
Tout en toi crier
Pour retrouver ta liberté

Moment d’infinie tendresse
Parenthèse dans ma détresse
Je piétinais ta douceur
Ne pensant à ton bonheur
———–
Ai-je expié mon péché
Avec une rose, une chose ?
Non, avec l’amour
Pour mon frère que j’éprouve

Témoin d’une histoire
D’un passé dérisoire
D’un long chemin
Cultivé par nos moyens

Avec l’âge, c’est dévoilé
Une clarté. La vérité
De ton âme, la beauté
M’a été révélé

Alors,
J’ai senti battre en moi
Le rythme de la vie,
Le tam-tam de la joie
Une fenêtre vers l’épanouis

Mon frère n’est que douceur
Artisan et auteur,
D’une force intérieure
La bonté son moteur

Il m’a fallu toutes ces années
Pour te retrouver, t’apprécier
Comprendre ta valeur
Ta personnalité en profondeur
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Peut-être qu’une rose
N’est après tout, qu’une chose
Mais je te le tends en toute amitié

Comme offrande de paix 🙂

Year ’88 Poem translated in English ( with French original text )

Venice
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Year ’88
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We are so taken
By the whirls of life
That sometimes we forget
To live without noise

Look, breathe
Instead of…
Counting, calculating
Sing, dance
Instead of…
Running and catching

We are so taken
By the flow of this life
That we get bored and forget
Today’s good fortune

______________________

L’an ’88
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On est tellement prit
Par le tourbillon de la vie
Que parfois, l’on oublie
De vivre sans bruit

Regarder, respirer
Au lieu de…
Compter, calculer
Chanter, danser
Au lieu de…
Courir, rattraper

On est tellement prit
Par le courant de cette vie
Qu’on s’ennuie et oublie
Le bonheur d’aujourd’hui

Lava 2009

Lava 2009
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Lava was painted with one of my children when I wanted to initiate them to the world of art. I must say I was quite surprised by the results. There is light movement and texture, that’s what I mean by keeping intact the child within. It produces the best work and children have the advantage of not knowing any better. Sadly enough passion for the trade did not follow 🙂

Oa writings category all up to date!!

Hooray!

I can’t believe I did it! The whole category is newly edited with photos relevantto its text.
I am relieved and happy and will go unto the other categories and improve them too.
Let me know what you think 🙂

Getting used to quality 2012 ( O.A Experience )

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Hi everyone!

Do you know how usually you take a book and start at page one because that’s how it’s done, you follow the rules, but then, just once, tell yourself, what the heck I’ll start where I feel like starting and find yourself starting at the end. Then becoming so captivated by the writer’s style that you find yourself leafing the pages backwards?
Well, that’s what I felt like doing today.

I had in plan of presenting to you the first essay I had written, but then, today wanted to go with the feeling not the rule. Throwing all caution to the wind and giving you my last work which is of today called ” Getting used to quality “.

Getting used to quality
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My longest abstinence, of not so late, lasted three months.
Three months of bliss, of being and feeling ” normal “. Those are times when one feels touched by the grace of our higher power ( or whatever you feel like calling it ).
We could be, day in day out, in the presence of all our binge foods, staring at us, yet, know in our mind and heart that it’s not ours.

We don’t do this anymore. We do life. We experience it happening and appreciate every moment as it comes, in all its blessings.
We have projects, plans, enthusiasm and go about realizing them as the natural flow of life.

We don’t feel heroic, just happy to BE. In its full sense.

No thunder or lightning, just tranquility and satisfaction of going  where the stream takes us.
So, logic would demand a continuation of what is good no?

Yet, we relapse over and over again. Nevertheless, relapse get fewer, shorter and abstinence longer as a consequence.
The wisdom collected along this arduous journey is priceless too.
We shouldn’t underestimate that. It becomes a powerful tool to help oneself and others in program.

But how I pray to get that motivation and zest for life back again!

How I long it to invade the empty space It had left on Its way out.

That’s probably part of the journey. The more we’re abstinent, the more we get use to GOOD in our life, the less we settle for mediocrity.

There’s awareness to quality versus quantity.

Quality becomes the essence. The truth. And we’d rather give up the quantity of food we’d stashed up in our body oblivious to the treasures laid at our feet.
The treasures of light in our life. That’s what we call quality today.

Thank you for taking time to read this.

Hello world!

The lioness 2011
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Welcome to my new blog.

I’m very excited to present to you, my paintings, Poems and O.A Essays I’ve been collecting in the past years.

Feel free to give positive feedback.

This is one of my favorite paintings I made of a lioness hunting in Kruger park, South Africa. My ” header ” picture is one of them too.