Today, like every other day

even if it is so called "father's day" in my country

i would be thankful if i had the privilege of being a father

To participate in giving life, what can be more beautiful.

But, "giving" life is a huge responsibility and it is not enough to just "give life".

Life has to be respected, nurtured and honoured.

Nobody has the right to "remove" life...
The killing of a life can be done too easily,
and blood does not always have to flow.
Killing the spirit and inner beauty
of another human being is way too easy...

Sadly, too many sleepwalkers in this life do just that
they "remove" life and the worst part...they are not even aware of it
because of their ignorance, selfishness and lack of empathy
or perhaps even more tragic...they don't know how to love
because they have never really been loved themselves...

And too often it is simply by the stupidity of their actions or inaction,
other times by the killing words they use without even thinking of
their consequences, in some cases, that will last a lifetime,
leaving damages that only them could repair...if they themselves were MEN enough
and had a heart at the right place...

I want to celebrate all the fathers who are loving, supportive and helping
their children and people around them to become all of who they can be
without putting an expiry date on their father role...

There are also those fathers who are good fathers
but somehow, for reasons difficult to comprehend
who are separated from their own flesh and blood
because....because.
Which is ultimately sad and unfair.

Giving life to life is the challenging part.
Just make sure you will always be there for your own flesh and blood,
no matter how old your children are, they need the sense of connection,
this bond that has no real explanation has to be kept alive.
When is the last time you said a meaningful i love you to your own children
and "proved" it to them?
Make sure they know and feel your love.
Love is not a chain...love is freedom without distance.
Even if your children live on another continent,
physical distance is irrelevant, the closeness should overcome the distance.

Happy father's day, week, month, year, decades
to the "deserving" and all loving fathers
in real life and in spirit...

If i was a man, i would be a real man.
Boys don't cry,
real men do... // Claudia
lien: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eo3x94VsLL8
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I am a woman
was pregnant three times
had three miscarriages,
the last one being
the most difficult one...

i smiled when i saw those chairs

bathing in the sun

of a quiet train station

mixing their shadows

How original i thought...

and i smiled again.

Sur une autre note...

Alain Bashung n'est plus.
Ça fait mal à notre identité
Quand un phare s'éteint
Ça nous rappelle à l'ordre,
à l'éphémérité de notre existence
à l'éphémérité de tout ce qui est
On ne l'oubliera pas
mais
dans quelques souffles
on y pensera plus
Un interminable cycle du "recommencement"
dont nous faisons tous inconsciemment parti
C'est lorsqu'on en prends conscience
qu'il y a la douleur de l'impuissance
face à l'inévitable qui change
mais qui est toujours le même, ultimement.
On se réchauffe dans le souvenir et on dit merci.
Salut Alain

Feeling bliss

Eyes closed

My head on his shoulder

My new silk pajama

The colour that dreams are made of

Feels like petals of smooth flowers

But not as soft as the caress of his voice

Whispering in my ears about the milky way or the Orion belt

While sharing the stories his eyes have seen around the world

His memories of those arid but unforgettable mountains

Softened with the laughter of children in the morning

Fills me gently with peace

Songs in the wind of the desert

From roses without thorns

Seals the connection of our souls

From the distance we continued to share rhythms and harmony of our worlds

As naturally as the rain falls

Colliding in the most beautiful way

At the contact point

Is where we live life

And feel each other’s passion

We meet in the twilight zone

Where the night kisses the morning

And we smile because the symbiosis is flawless

A sure sign we belong is because we connect effortlessly

We recognized each other

Beyond reminiscence…

Time has come

To create new memories

Continuously building our story one laugh at a time...

Fifth season

"Nothing is more priceless than those moments when we suddenly are able to see that the world that we took as being everything was only a small part of a greater something. Suddenly, we realize we indeed dwell within ourselves within a much larger world than we could have hoped existed. When these awakenings come, it seems natural to want to hang onto them, but consider the following: In a certain sense, that moment of Light came unannounced. Its presence awakened you to itself and all that it revealed. Now "you" want to be the one who possesses this Light and who can call upon it at will. This "you" is what is standing between you and the Light, and as difficult as it is to do, you must work at letting go of every wish you have to return to any moment once glimpse." -- Guy Finley.

Le matin

La rosée se réchauffe

De la douceur duveteuse

Des plumes abandonnées

Les plumes abandonnées

se réconfortent à la caresse

du rayon de soleil

qui apparaît au milieu de nulle part

Des perles d'eau salée

Habillent aussi la délicatesse de la plume

Merveilles fragiles captant la lumière

Prisonnière des barbules

Effet velouté d’un café-crème

Comme pour dire

Je te promet que demain

Aura le temps d’être...encore mieux

What a wonderful year in images...

Rose

Quel joli prénom pour une enfant chérie...

Rose était retournée dans son bouton

Et j’aime croire que c’est pour mieux refleurir

Dix-sept ans

Un soir de novembre

Un impact

Fracasse la cloche de verre

Qui devait la protéger

La rose du Petit Prince

Perd quelques pétales

Mais pas toutes....

Un jour à la fois

Se dit son papa qui garde espoir.

Il ne faut pas lâcher

Jamais.

Depuis peu

Une douce émergence de son long sommeil

Une paupière qui s’ouvre

Un sourire qui naît

Exhale un délicat parfum d’espoir

Dans le voile d’amour qui enlace Rose

Rose

Au plus profond de ton âme

Tu sais que tu es espérée et attendue

Écoute les larmes du silence

Et prends l'énergie

Que chacune d’elles renferme

C’est au printemps

Que les boutons de roses

Sortent de leur écrin...

Ton sourire illuminera encore longtemps

Ce monde qui dorénavant te semblera différent

Quoique ce tracé de chemin soit le tiens

Tu sauras tirer parti des cailloux

Il en faut beaucoup

Pour ériger le plus beau des châteaux

Princesse...

Une étincelle
Enfermée dans une perle

Une douce caresse de l'âme
Qui fait sortir de l'ombre

Comme une luciole
qui perce l'obscurité...

C’est la pensée et le clin d’oeil que j’aurai eu pour Toi
Aujourd’hui...

N’oublie pas Rose...on t’attends

J'ai écrit et dédié ce poème à la fille d'un père
qui prie que sa fille se libère de son trop long coma...
Je dédie aussi cette photo faite auparavant...sans que je ne sache encore
pour qui je la faisais...

Now

make a wish

before i let the star go

from my fingers...

Namaskar

De l'être et profondeur de l'âme...

Chaque jour... renforcer l'équilibre fragile

Un jour...il le sera moins.

Je vous reviens...

Je suis encore sous l'effet de choc

mais rien de négatif ;)

I have been too moved to write

how i feel...

If i am lucky...i will make it

in time to the post-office "tomorrow"

BEFORE they close...if not, i will have

to wait until...Thursday! Sigh....

Post processing...Claudia

Model: Friend of Patricia

Photographer: Patricia Lay-Dorsey

(watch for her amazing galleries: http://www.pbase.com/windchimewalker/winter_nudes)

Patricia is a wonderful artist in every sense of the word.

She is the wind in her windchime.

I am here just trying to open a small window on another facet of her art,

something that is already in her but she just has to get acquainted to...

Patricia will understand.

I have a secret smile

And I use it…

only for you.

I love it each time

your eyes return that smile...

I am grateful for this time of year.

There is magic in the air and wonderful smells of wood in the fireplaces.

We are preparing for a quieter season...

Appreciating evenings in a different way.

A beautiful time of day...to share with someone special.

That refined human being to whom you say i love you.

Sharing qualities of the heart, mind and soul

at the same higher level of consciousness.

A glass of wine, smiles that speak volume and lots of kisses.

There is not much more that is needed once you have the essential.

Before Barack Obama, the USA were like a dish that tasted nothing.

Now the salt is on the table.

BO talked about a new era of responsibility.

Will the corporate world become more decent, less greedy

and, for a change, responsible towards the rest of the communities?

The real challenges begin.

Time will tell. How much time...?

2016, HE did as bad as the previous ones...
The real chance was with Bernie Sanders.
Elections are rigged
Americans have to choose between two evils: Air head Trump - Hypocrite Clinton / August 2016
Loose loose...