sugar canne flower

this morning i walked into sugar canne . its flower's season. its gives me power. my light of the day...

la colere

la colere est mon pire obstacle. elle surgit souvent en reaction a des situations d injustice ou encore face au sentiment d'abandon. ces jours ou je me mesure a elle, le yoga est ma meilleure arme. a moi de m'en servir encore plus, encore mieux. le pranayama est une des clefs, tout comme la meditation.

quand je traverse, comme actuellement, le territoire de la colere, il me faut etre vigilante et combattre ardemment la paresse pour pratiquer encore un peu plus. 2 ou 3 jours de rigueur sont souvent suffisant pour reposer mon esprit et relativiser avec plus de facilite. pourtant chaque debut me semble insurmontable, chaque reprise en main est aussi difficile que la precedente. c est dans les resultats que ca change, tres vite maintenant, je peux acceder a une analyse plus positive et agir avec confiance quand au resultat. je sais que le yoga est ma voie, a moi de rester dans le chemin

some days i feel tired about work

and those days, i take decisions : it is time to change.it will mean less money for a while or for a long time but if i don't breack the rythmes, it will not change. now the change is starting. it is a hard transition time, but soon will come for better... as each time i need to change, yoga and meditation, staying home, doing collages painting helps me for change. i have 3 weeks before travel and i want to use them as much as possible for positives things, far away, as much as i can, from work and theaters. into land, into sugarcanne more...

questions... more questions

it seems that when i have to question myself about work, about difficulties facing work, as an artist, also as a women, i need to paint some part of my house, paint doors or walls halps me to relax mu brain, to go deeper into the subject. i feel confuse right now, about all, about age, about art, about love. like a ineed to be in a second life, i need to dream, i need to talk about dreams with some one outside of my daily life. someone who i can write without be strong, or beautifull, or i could send poems.. or cry or smile or... the blog could be this friend. i feel like i am far away from be clear, closed to disturb fragile. got to jump into yoga but feels like i am block, stopped or freeze. walking early morning is my other way of yoga and you readers, what do you think, what is your way to deal with it ? any suggestions ?

piste pink

je continue de peindre ma cuisine, le rose, ca booste en energie. c est drole de se sentir bousculer emotionnelement par une ouverture vers l exterieur imprevue. quand je m'eloigne un peu trop de ma route yoga, les perturbations emotionnelles me surprennent. alors je redeviens vigilante. chaque fois j apprend quelque chose sur ce sujet sans fin. le rose me fait du bien, peindre les murs me fait du bien frissoner face a la surprise aussi. new pink. je change si doucement.

apprendre, learning from daily life

j ai le sentiment d apprendre au travers la vie de tous les jours, d'etre en combat pour devenir meilleure, c est long, c est difficile, je trouve refuge dans les collages, avec cette peur qu ils ne plaisent pas, que ce soit inutile, d etre en echec. face aux restrictions econimiques, la culture en prend un coup, il devient si difficile de monter un projet que je perd confiance en moi, j ai tous les outils devant moi, avec cette perte momentanee de leur utilites. quel paradoxe. it is like a long road as a yoga fight, how to put yoga when work as an artist is so hard, with less and less each year. i am diving into collages to find breath. even this make me ask do i trust myself ? for nor doubt is so present...

avant le depart, tout se bouscule

suddenly, i felt like writing, this full trip, i did not write or post that much and now before going i have to say how much this town, how much yoga affect me in a positive way. it increases good in me. comment dire a quel point, avec les mots justes je me laisse embarquee dans le chemin du yoga, si loin que cela modifie mes desirs creatifs, ma vision du travail, ma vie de maniere douce, lente mais globale. au moment du retour, j ai du mal a faire ma valise, tous ces papiers amasses m encrent dans ma chambre, je divague sur de grands formats. demain je voyagerai la nuit de la pleine lune. beau retour. je serai contente bien sur , une fois chez moi. mais l m est de plus en plus difficile de quitter mysore, meme si je sens que le moment est venu pour moi de rentrer. de travailler, d utiliser cette puissante et belle energie accumulee doucement ici i am gratefull merci

hunting posters

this morning, no practise for me...moon days for make it soft. but i am awake like everyday, so i went in town hunting posters with my bike, lots of fun. lots of work after, because i clean them as much as i can to bring them home. i can feel that i am sliding into visual art, i thought it was going to happen with videos, but no, it is with pcitures, it is with paint, walls, plastic, images, faces ,streets, it is with collage, it is as i can call it, because this is the way i feel : simple daily art with a storng feeling that it is what i have to do now. this and yoga. recycling papers into art and teach yoga, practice yoga as much as i can, wrting also. i need to art alone, to take my time, to let t go, let it grow. deep strong root in me with this time for me to be even more arty, by myself, with what i see, what i have in head, using my hands, using glue and paint for make it alive. i am sure that yoga increases this for me.

so arty

india gives me a lot of arty power, i am doing collages on notebook, like covers, also making bags, some days i go back to artjournaling. it seems that it is time for me to develop this arty part, with collages. india also gives me time to think of what i realy want. i am happy that my road is with yoga, i can feel each minute how much it changes my life, in a good way, choices are becoming easier, also deeper here are a few collages

2 months of mysore

it will be 2 months i am here, in mysore, practising more and more each day, going far into myself, with happiness and some days pain all over the body. i am a bit far from the blog, this introspection is giving me so much creativity that i am doing lots of collage, pictures, printings, dancing between my daily 3 yogas classes. some days, emotions are part of my practise, such a strange feeling to have those questions, thoses thoughts, those feelings traveling inside with conscience. i have some words fro poetry coming to my brain but i don't write, i keep it inside for now a few pictures from my india, my collages... i am happy here, deeply moving inside

yoga et mysore = un ensemble qui me convient tres bien

Yoga all day Après une dizaine de jours à Mysore, le rythme est pris. Il me faut bien tout ça pour que mon corps, mon esprit accepte cette totalité que représente à chaque fois mes séjours à Mysore. Je profite de mieux en mieux de ces plongées dans le yoga, dans le quartier. C’est un voyage au cœur du voyage que d observer la pratique agir au fur et a mesure des jours qui passent. J ai cette sensation d’être dans un hors temps, à la fois créatif et apaisant.les heures sont differentes, certaines minutes cruciales quand je me bats avec un Asana. Entre les cours, je circule en ville, si possible en dehors des pics de pollution, a pied ou en vélo. Même si le Big Bazaar est amusant, démesure, je préfère faire les courses dans les boutiques du quartier, créant un lien avec ce petit monde que je croise chaque jour. Cette année, ma chambre est dans une grosse maison près de la poste de laxmipuram. 5 autres chambres sont louées, avec une cuisine commune et une grande salle vide. J ai mis une semaine avant de chambouler cette petite pièce. J ai acheté ce matin un ganesh colore en plâtre aux gitans qui campent près du Mysore store. Ça y est, c est parti. Le yoga est là. Partout. Tout le temps.

poesie de pleine lune

Un an que je t aime A regarder le ciel, avant le lever de lune Les reminescences d un désir inachevé Viennent chanter dans le creux de mon oreille Il y a longtemps que je t aime Un an à découvrir l’ampleur D un sentiment irréel En immersion virtuelle avec mon secret Celui de t aimer doucement En solitaire, sans partager nos peaux. Il y a cent ans que je t aime Tu es l âme d un mouvement interne Délicat, totalement prive Qui bat presque par effraction Dans mon cœur désabusé Qui contemple cet amour Avec le détachement fiable de la solitude. j ai ecrit ca , comme ca apres le pototrok, tres sympa.j ecris moins de poemes quand je dois rediger pour le travail.

j observe de nouveaux etats et je les apprecie, j apprend a me detacher un peu, a etre plus observante de mes emotions, je les laisse passer sans les retenir, niveau travail, c est en zone rouge de stress et c est grace au yoga que je tiens. le yoga est un amour evolutif qui m'emmene doucement dans de nouveaux parametres. le fait d etre blessee actuellement me rapproche encore plus de yoga et surtout de mesurer combien dans d'autres moments que sur le tapis, je dirais hors asanas, le yoga a influe mes choix.

busy busy with too much to do, but still funky

even if tonigt i am very tired, i want to take this time to look backwards, almost one year ago, i saw with frenc movie polisse, it was terrible for me, after i cried for hours, almost days. it took me a few weeks to find how to be definitly strong enough for see or read about sexual violence that you had to carry form child. and yesterday the movie was on tv, i watched it with my husband and it was ok. i cried but a little, because, after one year, i feel so much better. i am on my way for changing my life. i did my tatoo and i worked on small things everyday and it works, yes, yoga save me from depression. it gives me power and even if i am too much busy, still facing some stressfull things at work, so many things changes in my life for better. this is good to notice it. i am much more happy and good with my closed family, i did reduce a lot social life and i really enjoy it this way. so i am happy. and it is cool to be happy. befor i travel, i have so much work, so i am less on the blog, here are a few pictures form a work i do with old people, about dance, yoga, and play funk as a back ground...

big changes in life

for big changes in life, i need to be ready. today,a few weeks after i got 47 , i do this : observing the chnages in me, i can see some of them, some are still in process. and for this i am happy, with age, i can bild my futur. by making choices. the yoga choice is everyday my best one. i have to improve it more. with an anjury you can mesure how much you need to work more. like when you have to adjust with emotions in daily lifes. so today, it is a ladyholidays and i rest. only this resting. looking behind, looking now, hoping forward. pictures of one yoga class i teached in july

teaching yoga in mysore style

i am gratefull to have this opportunity to teach yoga, in a mysore style way, each time i receive a lot form the students. i learn from them everyday and i can feel the yoga way even if my own practice is going slow at the moment. i learn about age, about bodies and their private rules. i want to thanks all yoga teachers i had met, they push me in this idear of teaching. yoga is into my life for real now.

sure

some days we feel sure about our emotions, we dont see they are lying, we feel sure that, if we are a bit tense, it is others that agress you, but in fact, may be when we are tense, everything is agressing us. once again, yoga can help me to find some answers. i suffer right now when i practise, lots of pain in hips. i try to do my best out of it and to keep smiling inside. coming back from tour, after madagascar i am sure of this, i am lucky to be born in a western countrie out of powerty.

meeting people into yoga world

it is very funny how you meet people into yoga world.
after those question s like how long have you been practise, where are you from ???
the magic is this, even if we all practise yoga, we will meet , at the end, only few people, i mean , some that you will keep contact...
i had fun playing around with yoga with Mariana
here is a nice pic

a fews days left

it will be 3 months that i am here in mysore. it was such a great time dedicate to yoga and it changes my life.
when i was here learning about 6 ennemies of the mind, about practise detachement, i had to improve it relating to work, to friendship. some days were hard. i was exhorsted by too much practice. and now, that it is amlost time to go, i took 2 days very alone, very quiet. i am ready to go back home, happy to go back home.
i did learn so much. and by going trhough those hard times, i did practice detachement.
i feel like i am on my way now, on my yoga road. for real. not for a joke.
yoga is associate to english to me. i think yoga, words are coming in english.
release, yes, not only in asanas, it is suche a long process.
i am blessed to have those months here.
it is strong to improve deeply yoga. a good choice, that changes my life.
let me go for those changes now. ready
i am also happy to see that i can start to express about yoga. more clearly.
please, yoga people tell me more...how is it for you ?

poesie remplie de yoga

may be it is a yoga effect, i feel poetry, really poetry. deep inspired by light, by dedicate my practise


Le manque

Quand mes mains deviennent moites
A tourner febrilement
Si je regarde en moi
Je me demande
Ce qui se cache
Derriere le vide
Ce creux palpitant
Une faim grouillante
Qui anime sans cesse
Esprit et corps
Solidement lies
Par cette pensee
Le manque, c est quoi ?
Est ce toi,
Est ce moi ?
Ces jours la
J’aimerai attendrir ma peau
Pour que l’air puisse
Redorer mes pensees
Et repondre a l’appel
De mon cœur aimant.
Le manque

Quand mes mains deviennent moites
A tourner febrilement
Si je regarde en moi
Je me demande
Ce qui se cache
Derriere le vide
Ce creux palpitant
Une faim grouillante
Qui anime sans cesse
Esprit et corps
Solidement lies
Par cette pensee
Le manque, c est quoi ?
Est ce toi,
Est ce moi ?
Ces jours la
J’aimerai attendrir ma peau
Pour que l’air puisse
Redorer mes pensees
Et repondre a l’appel
De mon cœur aimant.

invisible

Invisible

Il y a des soirs ou je me sens invisible
Presque transparente,
A en perdre l’odeur
En oublier ma peau.
Ces jours la
Je reve de toi
Je cherche cette lumiere entre apercue
Dont j’ai eu peur
Face a la purete
Je me suis affolee
Eblouie
Maintenant je sais
T’attendre immobile
J’apprend l’invicible
Je te sais
Visible
En moi.
de l’interieur
Invisible bonheur.