a quote

which i'd like to share...

may the sun
bring you new energy by day,
may the moon
softly restore you by night,
may the rain
wash away your worries,
may the breeze
blow new strength into your being.
may you walk
gently through the world and know
its beauty all the days of your life.
-apache blessing.

nature in all her simplicity..St.Hilaire

Some images of St.Bruno

I've been remiss and not included photo's for a while, hope to make up for this..
Photo's of St.Bruno, and Chez Patrice.


My first taste of absynthe..

reflective...tastes quite strong, of course I drank it turkish style, water on the side..can understand why people became addicted.

a portion of Chez Patrice's ferme..kamouraska river.

mirror image me, thought some might like to remember the way I look..clay pot in the background for roast pork with organic plums in vinegar...always food...or..
nature..

towards sunset...rainy day.

same day around the same time different place

evening same day with moon

night...same day.


and Fin..very very nice,great people, i like fires..if a bit cold..

passing years

at times i'm tired of searching and want to rest,
to lean against your warmth
and succomb to the temptation of giving in.
yet, where are you?
you exist, that i know,
if only once found,
i had the means of keeping you.

a lesson remembered

The only thing that I really remember from algebra is that two negatives make a positive..that is a practicality that can be applied to real life as well. Sometimes it takes experiencing something that is "negative" in energy or force in order to find something "positive". Once you've overcome something that has left you tired or drained, you usually find that life isn't so bad, or in my case I'm always amazed to see that I can make good friends so easily. They open their doors for me, and let me into their lives and their friends as well, just when I feel the world is going to hell in a hay basket (sorry for the non native english readers), life turns around with a small gift, thank you. So perhaps this is nature's way of sometimes shifting our perspective a bit...

nature's orchid

hidden away,too small
but for those, who look for it.
a flush of pink-
delicate,
my finger gently probes its surface,
gliding softly
between two petals,
unguarded
it opens.

peace

the sun sets softly.
pink and purple
spread over the sea
in low tide.
reflections in the sand,
create an illusion of space-
where does one end and the other begin?
peace but for the mosquitos,
peace and the mating call of frogs.
resting high up on the mountain,
slowly we sip Cinquante
as night comes upon us.

never so simple

compose my scattered thoughts,
it rages wild
leaving me with nothing to hold.
i ache inside
with an unsatisfied urge
to hear your voice,
to feel your touch.
hands both soft and supple grasp mine,
hard
and yet, i would savour the pain as it leaves me
wanting
to hear your soft indrawn breath.

what once was

free from doubt
amongst the ruins of my mind
forms and places take shape.
running images of what once was
and
might be lost.
the sun bleeds over the blue mosque,
as the cry of the seagulls blends
with that of the faithful,
drawn to
the softness of your lips
breathless
blue eyes stare into green
freeing me from doubt
leaving me with what once was.

It says enough..

P'tit Jasmine Boisvert Leblanc

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

As you run wild through the maple trees,

free as the wind.

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

As you play with Brue,

the sun sets in different shades of blue.

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

As your mother’s voice echoes your name,

and brings you home.

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

may this catcher of dream’s

help you stay forever,

in sweet dreams.

Never to return..as such..

Where do we go when we leave this place? Do we listen to our souls and follow our heart?
Or do we have a neverending desire that must be fulfilled. A need that overtakes and constantly wants more, inhibiting us from moving.
Where would I go if I could leave this place? Like a butterfly being pulled in two, divided into nothingness. Take away my wings and I am stuck, grounded on this earth.
Would that I could use the clouds to drift up into the air, higher and higher, into the stars.
What would it be like to leave this place? To slowly disintegrate amongst the colors of the aurora borealis, vibrant colors of green and turquoise with startling flashes of light.
What would it be like if I could leave this place? A free and radiant spirit struck by light, never to return.. as such...

Don't fence me in..

Moving amongst the city streets-
Overwhelmed.
Where are my mountains?
overwhelmed,
I long to be back in the open sky.
With clouds that dominate the landscape
Cumulus clouds that drift slower then a turtle.
Heralders of rain, these cumulus clouds,
yet a rain which softens the earth,
cold and wet between my fingers,
ready to plow and seed.

Blindness

Each of us has his or her own demons, we spend our life dealing with them. Sometimes we are successful in beating them and we have a few years of joy. Othertimes, it seems we attract those we wish to avoid, a never ending circle...we yearn to escape only to be entangled once more. Do we attract these situations because we are able to deal with them, stay in control? Hence are we blind to see the virtues of others who do not fit the mold? Is life just a game we play with passing time as the outcome? I wish I had the answer, or even the capability of not falling into this trap. Yet we are all human. Some of us deal with life's difficulties by withdrawing from the game all together,hiding themselves away inside their jobs or their homes. Some, become bitter, spewing their anger on others. While others, just keep searching, missing what is before their eyes ever lamenting. Only when it is lost is it ever really truly understood. Rare are those whose eyes can see the beauty inside the stone, rarer still are those who hold it.

Morning

Seven in the morning, a warm breeze, a hint of rain and a symphony of sound.Walking the dog through the forest. Twitters and tweets, geese in the distance and the sound of the wind. At times a whoosh through pine trees, at other times a soft rattle through birch not yet in bloom. Take a deep breath and stop, my feet sinking. The rain falls in mists. The scent of earth and grass, pungent. The dog in a state of bliss, rolling in the hay, diving into muddy water, oblivious..So simple, life is so simple at this moment, look around trees sway, yet are flexible, rarely breaking. Colors muted browns, verdent greens all around me an impressionist painting..

La lune

I shout into the distance
as the rain swallows my words.
A downpour of water,
with a pitch black moon.
My vision impaired,
my spirit stands to break,
alone in the forest with a pitch black moon.
The rain falls faster as my shouts grow weaker,

and I alone in the forest with a pitch black moon.

The making

Why do I smile when I see the sun shine through these maple trees..is it not the same sun, as I had known before? Why then-looking up at the tree branches framed against an azure sky, I cannot help but sigh and smile once again..Am I losing my mind..or finding it? Stepping inside the sugar shack bathed in a fog of white, a scent so delicate and yet so sweet embraces me for a few seconds..and then lets out a sigh as it drifts overhead passed the openings into the sky. The scent lingers on till the furnace is opened a gush of heat streams out, with it an orange glow. Mesmerized by the pulsing dance of the embers, it is hard not to believe they are alive. To the imagination the furnace is an ever hungry beast, devouring wood, not satisfied till it leaves sweat dripping from the one who feeds it. Thick leather gloves and apron protect the one who would try and tame it, for at times the wood rushes out, and needs to be driven back inside while still on fire...it is a dance of precision and timing, to make maple syrup..Stepping outside I am lulled by the stars, with them one cannot but help feel at peace, they are so many and you are just one..

Full circle Aurore and Shane

Two wonderful people who I met oh so long ago..smiling. Has it been 4 years already! Wow..
Come the 8th you will have come full circle what started out by surprise..it is a gift! So I wish you both joy in whats to come, many many little buggers :) (shane can translate aurore) and all my love. Have a beautiful wedding day, and Im sure it is not snowing like it is here ...and I hope to spend time with you in France and indulge in your happiness.
Big hug to both of you..

Terre

Taking a deep breath I inhale the scents of the earth as rain spills down my face, enriching me and the soil beneath my feet. Closing my eyes, receiving earths bounty...I feel tied to the land..listening to the rain my mind clear of thought-peace.

I understand

there is no need for me to speak,

where my heart would beat

there is no answer.

what it would say

holds no meaning.

As in this life, words

have no meaning.

Golden waves...

It creeps up on you...as you slowly trudge your way through melting snow. Knee deep struggling to find your next footing. As you slowly regain your breath into the silence..ping..ping..ping. Throughout the forest, it softly vibrates, liquid water caught in pails, a drop at a time. Boiled at the right temperature, it pours out like a golden wave, caught in the sunlight -mesmorized by the spiraling twists and turns, a momentary work of art, only to be captured in memory. Each batch a different nuance of gold. A tasteful bounty which needs to be savoured as each tree takes about 70 years to come to its maturity. They cannot talk, or express wants and needs, therefore it is easy to forget how unique each one is...next time you walk pass one take a closer look, you might have missed something.