En 2021, je me suis retrouvée à m’interroger quant à ce qui était essentiel à ma vie.
Pourtant j’avais déjà réfléchi à ce sujet, or, lorsque le gouvernement m’a donné cette liste de choses qui m’étaient essentielles, cela me parut terriblement subjectif et injuste pour toutes ces personnes exerçant un métier dit « non essentiel ».

Mon cœur ne battait plus la chamade, il toquait à la porte pour s’insurger « C’est quoi ce capharnaüm sur cette planète ? » Vous me direz, pour ce qui est essentiel, chacun aurait sans doute pu faire sa liste. Alors comment supputer ce qui nous est fondamental, excepté quelques besoins primaires nous permettant de survivre ? Sans doute que la politique n’a plus de temps à accorder aux réflexions existentielles ?

Pour ma part, l’essentiel est que nos cœurs, de battre, ne s’arrêtent plus. Prenez vos pinceaux, vos Bics, vos plumes, vos micros, peignez, créez, dansez, chantez, réfléchissez, lisez… Voyagez le cœur ouvert, respirez fort, criez, courez, nagez, inventez, cherchez, construisez, méditez, embrassez, aimez à cœur ouvert… Le tout dans un rayon de 10 km autour de chez vous ! Puis volez, déployez vos ailes, imaginez votre visite dans un musée, la chaleur des corps que vous pourriez cajoler, nous sommes libres de rêver, d’entreprendre.

En attendant, il paraît que les gardiens veillent au bon rythme de nos battements, et les âmes qui flottent au-dessus de nos têtes tentent parfois de faire les Cheffes d’orchestres en nous envoyant des signes. Parfois le cœur ne les voit pas, alors ils trouvent d’autres astuces, jusqu’au moment où les choses s’éclairent.

” Aujourd’hui, dans la nuit du monde et dans l’espérance, j’affirme ma foi dans l’avenir de l’humanité.
Je refuse de croire que les circonstances actuelles rendent les hommes incapables de faire une terre meilleure.
Je refuse de partager l’avis de ceux qui prétendent l’homme à ce point captif de la nuit, que l’aurore de la paix et de la fraternité ne pourra jamais devenir une réalité.
Je crois que la vérité et l’amour, sans conditions, auront le dernier mot effectivement. La vie, même vaincue provisoirement, demeure toujours plus forte que la mort.
Je crois fermement qu’il reste l’espoir d’un matin radieux, je crois que la bonté pacifique deviendra un jour la loi.
Chaque homme pourra s’asseoir sous son figuier, dans sa vigne, et plus personne n’aura plus de raison d’avoir peur.

Martin Luther King ,Extrait du discours de Martin Luther King (1924-1968), lors de sa remise du prix Nobel de la paix, en 1964.

“Viva la vida”, Vive la vie, Frida Kahlo expressed it very well, this painting is inspired by it.
It is not her portrait as you have seen it, it is the incarnation of a strong woman. Frida is a symbol of resilience, of daring.
She was not afraid of her emotions, she fought for her convictions, she lived with her whole being despite her tireless pain.

Frida Kahlo, a revolutionary soul, liked to say that she was born in 1910, the date corresponding to the Mexican revolution, but Frida was already 3 years old. Her official date of birth was July 6, 1907 in Coyocàn. The announcement of this false date of birth reflects the personality of Frida who had a propensity to want to improve her reality, to add colors, to forget her pains, to invent words.

She undoubtedly liked to sweeten her life by appropriating small fictions, by making poetry.
“Can verbs be invented? I want to tell you one: I heaven you, and so my wings stretch out, enormous, to love you without limits.”

Polio invaded her body at the age of 6, leaving her with the after-effects on her right leg, which became lame. On September 15, 1925, she survived a terrible accident, her bus was hit by a tramway. About twenty fractures and her dislocated right foot left her handicapped. She spent months painting from her bed, a remedy for her pain, an escape from her terrible reality. She had to deal all her life with the after-effects of this accident.

Frida’s mother described Diego Riviera and Frida as “the marriage of an elephant and a dove”. They were first married on August 21, 1929, they were divorced and then remarried. This couple lived a harrowing relationship, punctuated by “escapades” and surprises of all kinds. This did not prevent Frida from summarizing her expectations in three main points: “To live with Diego, to keep painting, and to belong to the Communist Party.”

Frida was a passionate, whole woman who used to say: “The only thing I know is that I paint because I have to and I paint everything that goes through my head without any other consideration.” She was ready to face the whirlwinds of life, her view was rather fatalistic although full of hope; “Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything turns, everything flies and disappears.”

In 1951 Frida can no longer move around without her wheelchair, which does not prevent her from having her first exhibition in Mexico in 1953.  She attended the opening of her exhibition in her bed, which she made carry since she was unable to move around.

“Viva la Vida” is the title of one of her last works paying homage to life, a painting she created eight days before her death. July 13, 1954 was the day of her “last reverence”.
Frida said, “I hope the exit is joyful and I hope I never come back”.

Source: book, Biographic Kalho

I was able to discover the practice of surfing thanks to my brother who generously initiated me, I take this opportunity to thank him.
The sea has always been part of my inspiration, it oxygenates my mind, brings me a form of freedom and intense sensations.
The mind has no limits, our dreams feed our imagination, our lives become our dreams, our dreams become our lives.

Jacques Brel sang Leo Ferré’s song “Avec le temps va, tout s’en va” (“With time goes, everything goes.”).
I have the feeling that with time goes, everything come back, even though it is running insolently under our noses.
Without safety nets, time is running at full speed, then sometimes it becomes interminable, every minute is relative.
Living in the present time/moment, being here and now, is not always easy in our twirling lives. It is a very tasty feeling to achieve this since we often have to relearn it, make efforts not to forget it, stop the flow of thoughts of our brain, and breathe!
Time is also the precious moments of the good old days as I often hear when I visit my grandparents. This time that seems to have stopped at the memories of another time becomes their present time.
The time when love appears to us and no longer leaves our lives, the time of self-confidence, the time to make, the time to savor the precious seconds, the time to dare, the time not to worry anymore with turpitudes that encumber us. Time to break free from norms without becoming rude fools.
“Memento mori” Remember that you will die, said the Romans, it is a matter of time…
When will my earthly time make its reverence to give way to other festivities?
While waiting to take our reverence, seize the day “carpe diem”, is perhaps the best adage to enjoy the time that passes?

It represents the energy that circulates in every living being, like a breath essential to our survival. It is the guardian of my dreams, of my internal resources.
He accompanies me to draw creative energies, and helps me to capture the light when my eyes are closed?
Rooting allows us to get through the storms, to make our projects grow, to develop them, to achieve our aspirations.