premier mai

le premier mai est une date particuliere pour moi, celle de l'anniversaire de ma rencontre avec mon mari.je le remercie. je savoure seule ce moment, propice a la pensee du temps.27 ans de chemins communs.whaouh. des l'aube, j'ai marche, au travers des champs de canne, comme on traverse ce annees. je suis nostalgique, est ce que la nostalgie grandit avec l'age ? depuis quelques jours, je visite ce pays de tristesse ,en pointille, qui se cache au fond de nos coeurs. j'ai hate de visiter le territoire de la joie pour embellir ma vision du quotidien. chaque jour, je veille a prendre plaisir a photographier le ciel, le jardin, les amies qui viennent chez moi pour le yoga, avec cette idee de celebrer la lumiere, la beaute evidente de ce quotidien, pour etre dans le present. sans projection. dur labeur, cette recherche du bonheur....

poeme

Feu luisant Il y a des soirs Ou la peau tire Malgré la constance D’un chemin droit devant Vers ce futur Ou flotte encore le goût De tes lèvres. D’un feu luisant Je sens mon cœur S’illuminer, À rêver D’un regard croise En route haute Palpitante d’une danse inachevée. Je me surprends subitement A t’aimer doucement.

and i smoke again

today, it was raining, i di a good practise but everything went wrong in a way with the rain today it was the performance in high school with the guys,a nd with sandrine and yann my close artists friends finally we had fun, with the rain. but is smoke again

pakret in high school with high school guys

with sandrine , my friend we are working on pakret in high school with high school guy i love this project

tobacco free

tobacco free is like a full time job, with hours where you hate it...but most of hours i love it i love it because : - i smell better -taste better -smell others and everything very truely - i have so much energy but i need a bit of extra help, like like, like some holidays, far from stress and all. i say this but i was in india for 3 months and there i was still smoking. i like to stop here. in my real life. the way it is. real life is so real some days. today the morning sky was juste gorgeous happy sunday every one

wish

as jamie akesd today on her wiscating project
where do i wish to go ?
i wish to go to india for study more about india
i wish to go each day walk into sugarcanne land just because i love it
i wish to go to miribel's forest, in france because it is my favorite
i wish to go to canada
i wish to go, feel the travel

still on the non smoking world

even if i did not have time to come on the blog, even if i still have some days where i need to work more on myself because emotions are getting very on zig zag.
i get angry, stress but i still don't smoke.
today, is a very hard day, with anger. here it is difficult tor practice detachement, because, facing death, i have some anger to work on.
today, we lost a very special good friend, died from cancer.
i called his wife, it was so hard, wit the distance, not be there, with them .
today, i felt it hard to not smoking.
today i found life hard, but i will keep on going, helping my friend valerie to fight againts a cancer.
i will walk early morning foccus on power of light, meditate on mys friends. with love for travel with them, here for valerie, somewherw else for serge.
i pray for his wife and his 4 childrens.
i pray for all of us

strange effects

i have to face it , stop smoking tobacco is hard but quickly good. after 2 days, already i smell so much better and eraly morning my tongue is less heavy.
ok, there is actually some stranges sides effects :
like hilarious times with no reason to laught but still laught, or i feel like having something in the mouth all time, i get very fast irritate by people that i dont like that much... i loose a bit of patience, but i have a very good energy, very smily and happy days...
so i keep on going to tobacco free.
realy mornings pictures

about smoking

some days i can stay almost without smoking,but as soon as i get stress with work, i do smoke a lot, so i try to quit again, hard job but i have to say it, i feel and smell much better when i don t smoke
hope to find help and motivation into yoga

wishcasting

Wishcasting Wednesday: What do you wish to experience? as jaimie asked i will answer i wish to experience more yoga i do experience it and i just feel like going more deep into it

happy to be at home

i am very happy to be at home, to work on the teaching, to teach, and keep my practise. i also walk early morning with dogs, enjoying this time, working on enjoying each little part of my day. and , so far it works, to take all in positive

back home

when i , finally, get home, it was raining so much. after 3 months with no rain, it was a big green change.
i did enjoy my 3 yoga months but it felt great to be back home.
even if there is lots of stress at work, i am happy, smiling and enjoying.
i am gratefull to have meet yoga so deeply, it changes my life also deeply. in such a positive way.
have a look of the beauty from my garden.
i just love dragon's fruit

3 mois

3 mois

Apres 3 mois, demain, je rentre chez moi.YES.
J’emporte dans mon cœur ce quartier de Lakshmipuram que j ai arpenté de long en large au fil des jours.
Je repars avec les bienfaits du yoga, le corps en expérimentation de l intensif, avec une motivation sans faille pour poursuivre my Yoga’S road.
Ma valise est pleine, en surcharge , odorante d’encens et d’épices, pour une fois, j ai commencé à plier depuis hier, car on accumule en trois mois. Impossible de faire son bagage a la dernière minute, une de mes spécialités.
Je laisse ici une malle pour l’année prochaine, avec les ustensiles de cuisine, du linge, quelques livres.
J’ai aimé cette durée de séjour, le temps se déploie lentement. J aime le voyage en statique.
Merci a tous de m’avoir suivi dans ce périple ultra yoga.
Om shanti.

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

happy indian new year to all my friends

have a wnderfull day for this happy new indian year ugadi

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 ?

post cards again

Les cartes postales

J ai ce souvenir d’avoir écrit des cartes postales les jours de pluies, lors des grandes vacances en Normandie ou dans les Vosges. On partait acheter des cartes, un peu toutes les mêmes, au son de la pluie, on écrivait des chère maman, cher papa, je passe de bonnes vacances etc. etc.
J ai garde le goût des cartes, peut être par goût du voyage. Sur le buffet, chez mamie, il y a des cartes postales du monde entier, j’ai bien contribue à cette carte du monde.
Avec le temps, on reçoit de moins en moins de cartes postales. Les messages désuets au dos de la photo de paysages sont devenus des pertes de temps, on préfère publier des albums sur le Web.
Je fabrique mes cartes, au gré des voyages. Et j’aime toujours ces petits mots décales dans le temps, qui voyagent encore lentement.
Soyons vieux jeu, on s’envoie des cartes cette année ?

so hot in mysore

it is like a fire, so hot and dusty...
no mouvement, only reading for this sunday...
La chaleur

Cela m’arrive rarement de parler du temps, parce qu en fait, souvent, c est un sujet qui glisse sur moi, sans répercussions.
Là, je dois bien l avouer, la chaleur montante est une expérience en soi.
Pas une seule goutte de pluie depuis mon arrivée, il y a presque 3 mois. Chaque jour graduellement, le thermomètre poursuit sa courbe vers le haut, sans espoir de voir celle-ci s’inverser avant le mois de juin.
Sortir entre midi et 16 h devient une épreuve, rester sous le ventilateur est l’aubaine des jours, ou l’électricité veut bien aider nos corps à suer moins.
Le dimanche, plus que les autres jours, c est ville morte à ces heures bouillantes et poussiéreuses, les fleurs volatiles des immenses caroubiers ,qui bordent la plupart des avenues de Mysore, contribuent à ces nuages de poussière et de pollution. Le gaz des rickshaws, les pots d’échappements, le son forment une masse opaque qui maintient la chaleur en place.
Le soir, le moindre signe d’air devient aussi léger qu une brise, peu a peu, les rues reprennent vies. C’est la bonne heure pour la promenade.