I shall go forth,
I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long,
Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will
    suddenly cease.
O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?
Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us? –and yet it is
    enough, O soul;
O soul, we have positively appear’d–that is enough

Walt Whitman ‘ Leaves of Grass’




On dit qu’au dela des mers
La-bas sous le ciel clair
Il existe une cite
Au sejour enchanté
Et sous les grands arbres noirs
Chaque soir
Vers elle s’en va tout mon espoir

J’ai deux amours
Mon pays et Paris
Par eux toujours
Mon coeur est ravi
Manhattan est belle
Mais a quoi bon le nier
Ce qui m’ensorcelle
C’est Paris, c’est Paris tout entier

Madeleine Peyroux ‘J’ai Deux Amours’

Now my five senses
gather into a meaning
all acts, all presences;
and as a lily gathers
the elements together,
in me this dark and shining,
that stillness and that moving,
these shapes that spring from nothing,
become a rhythm that dances,
a pure design.

While I’m in my five senses
they send me spinning
all sounds and silences,
all shape and colour
as thread for that weaver,
whose web within me growing
follows beyond my knowing
some pattern sprung from nothing-
a rhythm that dances
and is not mine.

Judith Wright  ‘Five Senses’

My journey to France starts in three weeks but its beginnings occurred a long time ago.  Ever since studying French language, literature, poetry and drama at university, I’ve wanted to go to France but life got in the way or rather, I acquiesced to life getting in the way. But my desire didn’t wither and in fact it grew stronger. In the past twenty years or so life presented me with some major challenges yet rather than squash me, they became the very mechanisms for helping me understand the deeper, more metaphysical workings of life and the Universe so that when I set my intention to go to France last September, the way ahead became clear and manifested smoothly from desire to reality.

I’ve come to appreciate the subtlety and power of nothingness from which everything emerges.

Maintenant, Je suis si heureuse et je vous souhaite  des très bons voyages tous les deux intérieurs et  extérieurs.


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