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#writings
My husband is a talented calligrapher and prolific letter writer. One of his wonderful Hawaiian friends gifted him a collection of stamps she obtained from a 2nd hand store. #stamps #collection #letters #writings
Since my very first harp, I have been voicing and notating my #thoughts and #musings for myself. Now I feel it is time to express myself on #Substack, beginning with a reflection on visual language. 🖊️
If you feel like it, please follow me: https://substack.com/@harpandsoul ♥️
**Across Lifetimes**
#writings #fragments
I’ve met so many faces,
walked with strangers in the rain,
yet something in me waits,
for someone I’ve never met.
Sometimes I feel you near,
like a half remembered dream,
Maybe you’re my soulmate,
someone I’ve loved a thousand times
in lives I can’t remember.
Maybe you’re lost like I am too,
searching without a clue,
and one day, when time stands still,
I’ll finally recognize you,
the one I’ve always known,
the one I never knew enough.
FROM THE PERIPHERY TOWARD THE CENTER – PART 2
A lifetime has nearly passed, with its both joyful and painful experiences, encounters, and readings—teaching me, through harsh slaps and voluptuous caresses alike, notions that at first seemed utterly incomprehensible… and my gaze has changed, turning ever deeper inward… As we return to the center, the amplitude of the oscillations weakens…
To be continued…
#thoughts #meditation #writings #jlbouzou #peace #spirituality #growing #life
FROM THE PERIPHERY TOWARD THE CENTER – PART 1
— Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you…
When I was young, those words used to irritate me… divinely ironic… How could I possibly be at peace when my life was nothing but suffering, when the whole world seemed to conspire against me to spoil even the tiniest drop of happiness I managed to salvage?
To be continued…
#thoughts #meditation #writings #jlbouzou #peace #spirituality #growing #life
After patiently—and often painfully—each of us, in our own way, untied all our inner knots during our many years of silence, what matters now is not so much seeing each other, but telling and listening, so that through the puzzle of our hidden lives, we may reveal the radiant image of who we have always been…
#spirituality #dyade #evolution #growing #life #poetry #jlbouzou #poem #writings #literature
I no longer write down the dreams in which you appear… Lately, the way you carry yourself and the words you use reek of ego, so each time I leave you without the slightest regret, wondering upon waking what is happening in your life that makes me feel such disgust.
It seems to me that today, the distance between us is more than just geographical…
A silence is a spontaneous creation.
A silence is a smooth wall of infinite height.
The surface of a silence is like a mirror.
A silence raises question marks.
Behind a silence lies the reason that created it.
Sometimes a silence gives rise to others.
The longer a silence endures, the harder it becomes for its author to break it.
#thoughts #jlbouzou #silence #separation #meditation #contemplative #writings #poetry
THE LAST DESIRE - PART 3
I realize that lately, every task I take on has been done easily, and with great delight, because I am completely immersed in the present moment… Yet, the thought comes to me that if, in this life, I’ve managed to erase all my desires, there remains one over which I have absolutely no power…
The desire to one day share with you all these little moments of everyday happiness…
THE LAST DESIRE - PART 1
Before the rain comes to water the garden, I chop some wood and light a good fire… I peel and cut vegetables—potatoes, carrots, turnips, leeks, tomatoes, peppers, onions—and on the fire, my soup simmers, gently releasing fragrant bubbles of joy… I prepare some hot wine, sweet and rich with spices (cinnamon, star anise, cloves), which I sip slowly to prolong my pleasure…
To be continued...
ROBIN OF CAMEROON
That year, Santa Claus brought me a Robin Hood costume. He must have loved Hollywood movies too—especially Errol Flynn.
During a scorching summer, I wandered around in green tights and a leather vest. My band of loyal outlaws lived in sunbaked clay huts, and my Sherwood Forest was a grove of baobab and flamboyant trees…
Excerpt from the collection: "Small Suitcases"…
#christmas #africa #memories #writings #jlbouzou #literature #robinhood #gifts
CHRISTMAS IN AFRICA
Christmas in Africa was magical! There was no snow, but gifts poured down like rain... Presents came from my parents, their friends, and even grateful patients.
A spoiled little boy—that’s what they called me.
Excerpt from the collection: "Small Suitcases"…
#christmas #africa #gifts #memories #writings #literature #jlbouzou
LITTLE RASCAL
Every evening after we had guests over, while my parents saw them off on the veranda, the little rascal I was would sneak back into the living room… to finish all the glasses.
I suppose that’s where my career as an alcoholic began…
Excerpt from the collection: "Small Suitcases"…
#rascal #humor #childhood #memories #literature #writings #drinks #writings #drunk #jlbouzou
HERE, EVERYTHING IS COLOR
Here, everything is color:
the earth, the flamboyant tree beside the house,
the slow chameleon doing its morning gymnastics on the wall,
that clownish parrot looking at me while shaking its head,
the sky at dawn and at dusk…
After all this,
How could one not become a painter?
Excerpt from the collection: "Small Suitcases"...
ISSA - PART 4
When we came back home, my mother, seeing on my face—and especially around my mouth—traces of fufu and cassava, would gently scold Issa: “You went to the market again, didn’t you, Issa?”
Excerpt from the collection: "Small Suitcases"...
#issa #narrative #literature #jlbouzou #fun #poetry #childhood #africa #memories #writings
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