Crystal clear

Image source: Google Il y a quelques jours, un de mes amis me parlait d’un film qu’il venait de regarder et qui l’avait particulièrement marqué. Il se trouve en effet qu’a une partie du film, il a été introduit à un concept qui donne à réfléchir, lequel concept je tiens à mon tour à faire partager. Certains d’entre nous avons peut-être déjà lu ou entendu parler de la différence qui existe entre le bonheur et le plaisir.   Eh bien aujourd’hui, nous parlerons de celle qui existe entre les mots « calme » et « paix » et de comment le véritable sens des mots est aussi ce qui donne un sens à nos vies, et non pas (forcement) les interprétations formées dans nos esprits.   Quand j’ai entendu dire que le mot « calme » n’était pas synonyme de paix, j’ai instantanément ressenti comme un tourbillon dans mon esprit, une sorte de tsunami ; j’ai l’habitude d’appeler ça un « Aha ! moment », terme emprunté d’Oprah Winfrey. ...

Image source: Google. I do not own the rights to this image. Jesus CHRIST of Nazareth, the Son of God, has conquered death.  He has risen. He IS risen!  Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! What are we conquering in our lives? What needs resurrection, in our lives? Is anger keeping you hostage? Is grief keeping you hostage? Is jealousy keeping you hostage? Is guilt keeping you hostage? Is your inability to forgive keeping you hostage? Is your childhood trauma keeping you hostage? Are decisions you made to try to fit in keeping you hostage? Is your lifestyle keeping you further away from your life purpose? Is bitterness blocking your intuition? Tune in to your heart. Where is your Higher Self, the one in perpetual communion with our Creator, trying to take you to? Is honesty knocking on your door? Is repentance knocking on your door? Is vulnerability knocking on your door? Is acceptance knocking on your door? Is faith knocki...

Image source: Google. I do not own the rights to this image. These special times have made me redefine or rather extensively explore the concept of HOME. As the majority of the world population is confined inside, some are gladly spending more quality time with their loved ones whereas others are living in fear, anxiety and depression resulting from all sorts of abuse they are subjected to, in their homes. Before I proceed, I encourage us all to stay informed about how to actively help those in abusive situations. There are toll free numbers to call and get proper information, guidance and needed help, while in such situations. Let us know them, let us share them around and let’s never be silent about abuse whenever we see it, WHEREVER it is happening. My prayers go to those who would rather be elsewhere than a house supposed to feel like home. Please be advised  that, this particular post, is not for people who are not privileged enough to TRULY feel safe, in their...

This month, I am introducing you to young artists who are currently dedicating their art to their own healing journeys. Please leave me a message below this post if you are one of those and would like to be featured here.  Jimmy Masonga is a young man of 25 years old, who expresses himself through his drawings. He is currently working on a project which is an ode to his late grandfather. Through a series called “The imaginarium Of Jimmy Masonga” he is recognizing his late grandfather’s legacy of resilience and mostly love, to his family. The kind of love that heals generational trauma. Jimmy was immensely touched and inspired by his grandfather’s devotion to heal is lineage, especially during his last days. He did this through love and love expressed through art, to be more precise. Here is the first of a series of 5 drawings. Jimmy reached out to me to help put into poems his admiration and appreciation towards his biggest inspiration. Feel free to comment and share w...

Image source: Google  Arbres Macabre Dans mes bras Ça n’a pas de sens, Comme ton 6eme sens. Arc Palabre Cadabra  Tout est illusion: Une punition face à ta mission. Cadr’alibaba. Et quand, Tu reviendras du pèlerinage, baba, Inscris dans une pierre  Qu’on aura rien laissé derrière. Ni rires, ni soupirs. Ni farce, ni masques. Abracadabra. Et quand, Je repartirais de ce pèlerinage ici bas, Je me souviendrai, De la magie et de l’alchimie; Du déchirement et de l’entendement; Des faits accomplis et Du fait d’être affranchie. Et du fait d’être affranchie. Image source: Google 

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Image source: Google  This feeling really feels weird to me. It is weird that I am letting myself go through it, fully. Thankfully and almost with no surprise, who I am as I come out of it does justice to the worthiness of such practice. What a reward! Talking about this kind of transformation (or any other kind for that matter), with no background story is as impossible as it would be an act of cowardice. So here is a little background about how I had been validating my ego’s tricks, at my expense, thinking I was empowering myself. Youth really made me believe that impulsiveness was a quality. I believe spontaneity is and I believe I confused the two, for the longest time.   Anyway so, youth made me believe what I needed to believe in order to respond to my ego’s order. Peace being our natural, innate way of living as well as our birthright, the ego will always be threatened by it. You know, just like how some people in your entourage get threatened ...

Image source: Google ( I do not own the rights to this photo.) Je sens notre peine Jusque dans mes veines. Comme si un morceau de verre Me déchirai la peau... De mes nerfs crâniens aux nerfs plantaires. Puis, Brusquement, Mon corps tombe des deux parts, Sang bouillant de toute part Même l'air a du mal à absorber cette fureur, Elle que sens à jamais germer... Précisément, Derrière les oreilles. Toujours et encore, Derrière nos oreilles. Un morceau de verre s'est brusquement placé Entre nos artères, nos galères, nos flaires et nos plaies ; Puis, A travers lui, Nous nous sommes regardées. Et, comme il était écrit Et le sera à jamais, Nous nous sommes enfin vues.

I know. I know you've wanted it too, I know. I know you would have loved it, cherished it, adored it, I know, baby, I know. I know you've dreamed about it, repeatedly, you've waited for it, on sad New years eves, on rehearsed birthday celebrations, on hot, supposedly festive days ending the month of July... You have wanted it; you have felt it; you have searched for it; you have resented it. It never showed up, you hate it for that. You never had it, I know that's why you hate it. But now it's time for you to learn how to give it, freely. Abundantly. I know. It was never given to you, but YOU must gift it away, for the survival of familiar souls, you might even be right on time to rejuvenate your own. "Letting go" lost its meaning in the reasons you gave yourself to validate separation. Today, you'll throw a party, to eternalize the holy day when you gave way to a new definition, a new direction, a new way of breathing, of dreaming, of forgivin...

I hope you RECEIVE solace in tenderness. I pray you RECEIVE peace in unconditional love. May you RECEIVE serenity and stability with open arms. May you RECEIVE a kiss when the moon hides behind clouds. May you RECEIVE the assistance of forgiveness when you cry. May you RECEIVE strength and friendship at your party. May you RECEIVE enough affection to nourish every cell in your body. May you RECEIVE freedom as a gift from creativity. May you RECEIVE authenticity as your loyal companion. Dear child, may your heart chakra never close up. May you RECEIVE redemption, healing and a sense of belonging, When you feel feminine energy pulling you closer, Closer, Closer to home.

I once got into an argument with one of my friends because I was trying to make her a personalized gift for Christmas and she was doing everything in her power to ruin it. Never have I been so frustrated about something I was equally confused about. Imagine how puzzled I got when my friend ended up being frustrated too, after I told her what I had been trying to do (which she had figured out anyway).   This incident happened a few months after I had been introduced to “the 5 love languages” for the first time. This incident was my first practical example of love languages after my awareness of them and I sure did learn a valuable lesson: if you say you love and truly care about someone, learn about their love languages. In 1992, Dr Gary Chapman wrote his first book of “ The Five Love languages ” series. There are basically 5 love languages or 5 major ways in which we tend to give and prefer to receive love. Here is a brief exploration of all the 5 languages, in case you ar...

I am often torn between “hurt people hurt people” and “F%#& that! People know better!”   At this stage of my life, I know both statements to be true. It takes compassion and a genuine desire to know somebody, to tell the statement that carries the truth. Psychology explains that victims tend to become abusers at some point in their lives, in a way or another. I believe this to be true, since hurt people do hurt people; intentionally or not. Usually, shedding light on someone’s abusive behaviors triggers reactions and conversations that will give you a hint on their true intentions - if your intention is to listen, attentively. Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you confront somebody about something they have said that did not sit well with you and they deny ever saying it? If yes, I bet your first reaction to their denial was disbelief, wasn’t it? But the human mind has an admirable ability to keep upsetting experiences intact for the longest time, so yo...

There is a reason why you are where you are in your life at the present moment. That reason is as valid as your past and everything you are yet to experience. No situation in your life is ever accidental; I strongly believe so. The beast you are being shaped into is worth every smile and every tear you shed along the way. The path you are on is the right one for your soul growth, no matter how it may look like.   Practicing this belief not only helps focusing on the (b)right side of any situation, but it also gives you purpose and gives your battles a meaning, rightfully so. “La vie n’est pas un long fleuve tranquille” ( literal translation: Life is not a long quiet river. Metaphorical meaning: life is not easy.). Whoever said this should have added: “et on ne t'apprendra pas toujours à nager.” (You will not always be taught how to swim.) That’s right. No one ever said that “the path” was gonna be an easy one. Similarly, no one ever said that others are obliged to stick ...

If wisdom has not emerged from the situation yet,  baby, you are still hurting. Image source: internet