tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256592002024-03-13T22:44:30.104+00:00The Witch and the Princessbecause life wouldn't exist as we know it if it weren't for all oppositesclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.comBlogger288125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-2785971275942614842009-12-17T22:00:00.003+00:002009-12-17T22:04:46.647+00:00Noël, enfin!Le froid est arrivé<br />La neige continue de tomber<br />Les rues sont illuminées<br />Enfin, ça sent Noël...<br /><br />Les gens se sourient dans la rue<br />Enfin, le sentiment de fête m'envahit<br />Et demain c'est vendredi!<br />Ce soir, elle est belle la vie!<br /><br />:-)clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-52867773653948894842009-12-14T21:35:00.003+00:002009-12-14T22:06:38.288+00:00The ChameleonFor better and for worse<br />A woman carries his cross.<br />Did she understand all the acts<br />When she signed the contract?<br /><br />When she falls off<br />he's impatient with her irrational attitude<br />as he can't stand his own so<br />quickly she climbs back up<br />Spreads her arms exposes her heart.<br />The nails are easily back in and<br />All is well again, in order.<br /><br />She accepts the consequences<br />Does she know she's not there?<br />That she doesn't exist?<br />She cleared the place to accommodate his shit.<br /><br />In return<br />He gave her all the keys of his kingdom with one single rule<br />The room of anger and rage is mine<br />Don't ever use it or I'll kill you.<br /><br />She's good, she won't even try<br />She's probably even lost the key.<br />She is what he expects of her<br />At all times.<br /><br />Like a chameleon<br />She soaks up his atmosphere<br />Slips inside his landscape and<br />Makes herself part of it<br />Oblivious and invisible to her own.<br /><br />I need help to discover what my own landscape look like<br />I'll accept all the help I can get to find out what my true colours areclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-12676197839085488412009-11-21T20:01:00.003+00:002009-11-21T20:05:34.160+00:00no escape!what goes on inside<br />happens outside<br />everything is interconnected<br />with everything<br /><br />physical and spirtual<br />material and psychological<br /><br />there's no time<br />there's no space<br /><br />when on doesn't look inside<br />it's put right in one's face outside<br /><br />there's no possible escapeclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-48970816790339879202009-11-03T20:44:00.002+00:002009-11-03T20:49:12.955+00:00The more taboos and prohibitions there are in the world,<br />The poorer the people will be.<br />The more sharp weapons the people have,<br />The more troubled the state will be.<br />The more cunning and skill man possesses,<br />The more vicious things will appear.<br />The mmore law and orders are made prominent,<br />The more thieves and robbers there will be.<br /><br /><br />Lao Tzuclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-77219035083578759932009-10-24T20:50:00.003+01:002009-10-25T00:40:23.097+01:00a missing ingredienti'm missing an ingredient somewhere<br />that I wish I could find...<br />not too sure what it is unfortunately<br />anyone's got a recipe to help?<br />been told it's a little blend without it<br /><br />i hope i can find it<br />will incorporate it with the stock that tastes good<br />hoping that it blends well<br /><br />if i like the look and smell of it<br />i'll put it to the real test out there...<br />wish me luck!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-11778239892486149212009-10-18T21:53:00.004+01:002009-10-18T22:06:20.924+01:00free fallwhat happened?<br />falling<br />in the deep shit hole<br />with no parachute<br />it's getting darker and darker<br />i'm going faster and faster<br /><br />but what now?<br />i am slowing down<br />have a few words done the trick?<br />there's a bottom at the end of this well<br />open to an unknown and welcoming place<br /><br />so what next?<br />the experience had to be revisited<br />painful, lonely, fearful, lifeless<br />rubbing on old awaken wounds<br />re-membered!<br /><br />a conscious suffering<br />one that has a meaning<br />and slowly brings healingclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-52283185995193704962009-10-16T12:32:00.004+01:002009-10-18T21:53:46.812+01:00:-))un regard complice<br />un sourire en coin<br />un sentiment de surprise <br />un mot de remerciement vers l'impalpable<br />un quelque chose d'indéfinissable<br />...clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-24209051014277367182009-05-23T20:55:00.003+01:002009-05-23T21:59:16.136+01:00The little princessonce upon a time a long, long time ago lived a little girl who always wanted to be a princess. She dreamt about it every day and every night so much so that one day she just knew that her dream had become reality. She had become a princess. She was the most beautiful little princess and she was so special that all the animals of the farm recognised her and loved her, and all the horses recognised her and loved her, and all the people recognised her and loved her. When some people didn't recognise her or didn't pay her the respect she was due she became very angry. But a princess cannot possibly get angry because it is so out of character and ugly. And so instead she would turn around and leave.<br /><br />Now this little girl had many brothers and sisters and she knew that all of them wanted to become princes and princesses too and so there was stiff competition. And so she dreamt more than her brothers and sisters, and she asked always to be the most beautiful and the most intelligent of all and to be worshipped by all the people across the land. And when some people didn't worship her the way she was due she became very angry. But a princess cannot possibly get angry because it is so out of character and ugly. And so instead she would turn around and leave.<br /><br />The most beautiful little princess left the land where too many people didn't love her and worshipped her the way she was due and arrived to a new land where all the people loved her and worshipped her the way she was due. And she was very happy. But as time went by the little princess was growing up and the love and worship of all the people was no longer quite enough because she wanted the most beautiful prince to find her and to love her and to worship her the way she was due. If the most beautiful prince could not find her then could all the love and the worship from all the people really be real? The little princess who was growing up became angry because the most beautiful prince obviously didn't live in this land. But a princess cannot possibly get angry because it is so out of character and ugly. And so instead she would turn around and leave.<br /><br />The most beautiful little princess left the land where too many people didn't love her and worshipped her the way she was due and arrived in a new land where all the people loved her and worshipped her the way she was due. And the most beautiful prince lived on this land and found her and loved her and worshipped her the way she was due. But as time went by the little princess was growing up and all the love and worship of the most beautiful prince was no longer quite enough because she wasno longer that he was the most beautiful prince. She might have made a mistake and the most beautiful prince was still looking for her to love her and worhip her. The little princess grew angry the real most beautiful prince obviously didn't live in this land. But a princess cannot possibly get angry because it is so out of character and ugly. And so instead she would turn around and leave.<br /><br />Once again, the most beautiful princess left the land where the prince had tricked her to think that he was the most beautiful prince and she erred for a long time. Finally she arrived in a new land where people didn't love her not worshipped her the way she was due. Because the people didn't love her and worship her she could be get angry, get out of character and ugly and she became very angry against the people of this land. But they didn't care and they continued living their lives without loving her or worshipping her. When she saw that being angry didn't change them one bit, she wept and wept and wept until the tears dried out and she fell asleep. When she woke up, the little princess had gone and only a not so young woman was there. And next to her stood a man who was not the most beautiful prince and she smiled at him.clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-90063557180532028152009-05-22T00:15:00.001+01:002009-05-22T00:15:47.271+01:00exuberancemore of it <br />NOW!!!<br />Tomorrow!!!<br />and the day after!!!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com82tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-71108085033829312632009-05-22T00:06:00.002+01:002009-05-22T00:11:46.952+01:00DreamI had a dream a few nights ago. <br />There was a cat in my garden and got out to scare him away as him and others keep pooing in the garden. This cat wears a beautiful dark grey fur and he was playing in the lower branches of a bush in the far left hand corner. As I arrived there he left and I saw in that same area 4 other cats and kitties lying dead on their sides. It didn't touch me more than that and I just wondered whether to leave them there or to bin them.<br /><br />it is now hitting me - this part of me symbolised by the cats has died and it doesn't affect me emotionally.... Ouch!!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-72451493909420464172009-05-13T23:40:00.002+01:002009-05-13T23:51:50.097+01:00un peu de trop ou de pas assez<br />emotions of all sorts<br />un coeur qui bondit dehors<br />une tête qui cherche à garder le contrôle<br />coûte que coûte...<br /><br />c'est le début de la fin<br />l'adrénaline se répand dans mes veines<br />investit les moindres recoins de mon être<br />et pourtant<br />je suis alerte<br />je veux fuir<br />mais je suis scotchée là<br />pétrifiée, fascinée...<br /><br />appelez-moi et je ne réponds pas<br />n'appelez pas et j'attends le son de votre voix<br />de tout mon être<br />je n'existe pas<br />j'ai disparu du bout des doigts<br />pfff, je suis plus là!<br /><br />je reviens<br />mais il faudra m'attraper au vol<br />me plomber les pieds<br />m'attacher<br />que je reste en contact avec le sol!<br />me tenir informée<br />même si je ferme les écoutilles<br />même si je veux rien savoir<br />m'ouvrir les yeux,<br />me crier dans les oreilles,<br />me faire sentir ma peur non fondée<br />m'obliger à être là<br />toujours<br />présente<br />maintenant!!!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-42182446214942626422009-04-05T09:54:00.003+01:002009-04-05T10:14:48.404+01:00The power of mesurfing on the wave and feeling on the top of the world<br />before<br />being engulfed in the ditch and fearing it is the last stop<br /><br />a never ending swinging already encountered<br />in relationships of all kinds<br />out there with others<br />and within with myself<br /><br />a new pendulum now oscillates between <br />crushing energy of anger <br />and<br />enpowering and transforming energy of agression <br /><br />welcome!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-45999107162654151402009-03-28T23:20:00.003+00:002009-03-28T23:30:49.174+00:00words for pain<br />resentment<br />anxiety<br />sadness<br />fear<br />anger<br />hate<br />misunderstandings<br />aberration<br />envy<br />dark<br />etc.<br /><br />I know well how to articulate them when things get complicated, uneasy and choatic<br /><br />words for joy<br />pleasure<br />open heart<br />smile<br />easiness<br />love<br />friendliness<br />compassion<br />fogiveness<br />gratitude<br />light<br />etc.<br /><br />these are a much harder task to get a grip on to communicate those feelings <br /><br />i will work to restore a healthy balanceclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-44341262858794443332009-03-05T21:37:00.003+00:002009-03-05T21:50:09.590+00:00Ouch...what else when<br />a door has been lashed open<br />a slap given across the face<br />a fist received in the stomach<br />from out there<br /><br />what else when<br />a disheartening scream is being heard<br />both eyes are flooded with salted water<br />an extreme resistance sets in<br />from deep within<br /><br />what else can it be<br />than an extreme pain<br />rising from the dead<br />making itself felt<br />in dis-ease and illness<br />in the body<br /><br />Thank you and welcome<br />to this blast from the pastclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-48459938791792364842009-02-25T20:53:00.004+00:002009-02-25T21:14:42.501+00:00i is all i havethis is not bad<br />that is not good<br /><br />this is i<br />that is i, too<br />and<br />i can not be bad not good<br />i simply is<br /><br />and i must add an adjective<br />i is real<br />whether i like it or not<br /><br />so i'd better like it<br />cos' i is all i have<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MBicwFpcpjs/SaW0QnUyz9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/5qR30jNMGyU/s1600-h/200902-clairon_qualities.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MBicwFpcpjs/SaW0QnUyz9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/5qR30jNMGyU/s320/200902-clairon_qualities.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306845933453103058" /></a><br /><br />(and I wish this image was bigger but I can't be bothered to rework on it....)<br />......clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-64391785656015965002009-02-24T21:24:00.002+00:002009-02-24T21:42:46.098+00:00not good nor badhow can <span style="font-weight: bold;">this </span>be not good nor bad?<br />or <span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>be not right nor wrong?<br /><br />I do <span style="font-weight: bold;">this </span>and I hate myself for it<br />I do <span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>and I love myself for it<br /><br />I do <span style="font-weight: bold;">this </span>and I risk be rejected for it<br />so <span style="font-weight: bold;">this </span>is bad<br />I am bad<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">this </span>part of me that does this is bad<br />I end up hating her<br /><br />I do <span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>and I'm being loved for it<br />so <span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>is good<br />I am good<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>part of me that does that is good<br />I end up sticking around with her<br /><br />yet they're both me, aren't they?<br />how on Earth can I live hating some part of me?<br />slow<br />without answer<br />lethargic<br />angry<br />stressed<br />short-fused<br />tired<br />driven<br />and many more....<br /><br />learning to not judge, not fly away, not repress, not move, learning to listen and be<br />remembering again and again, <span style="font-weight: bold;">this </span>is not bad and <span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>is not good - it's an illusionclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-47971126895129217782009-02-23T23:34:00.003+00:002009-02-23T23:52:55.507+00:00une journée pas comme les autresce n'est pourtant pas un grand<br />de ceux avec un zéro<br />il aurait pu passer presque inaperçu<br />comme une lettre à la poste...<br /><br />mais non!<br />à la place, il a ouvert grand les portes<br />laissé entrer le premier soleil printanier d'avant garde<br />il a convié des amis/es de tellement longue date<br />que je les avais presque oubliés/es<br /><br />et quelles retrouvailles!!<br />une grande douceur, avec une petite pointe de peur<br />une grande rigolade, à quelques bonnes paires de boutades<br />enfin une belle présence, ici et maintenant<br /><br />la journée est passée, puis la soirée<br />il a laissé les portes ouvertes<br />et les amis/es semblent vouloir rester<br />ils/elles se sentent accueilis/es et pleins d'énergie!<br /><br />une belle journée d'anniversaire!!!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-73815234817286956782009-02-21T00:16:00.002+00:002009-02-21T00:23:07.081+00:00a different birthday38th birthday!<br />a threshold<br />a portal<br />an open gate<br /><br />prepared slowly<br />in depth<br />without rush<br /><br />in the present<br />yesterday<br />today and<br />tomorrow<br /><br />possibilities<br />transformations<br />openness<br /><br />reset<br />new lease of life<br />happy birthday<br />and beyond!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-25612216056884030342009-02-16T23:39:00.004+00:002009-02-16T23:51:35.577+00:00breakthrough after breakthroughI'm living a dream these days<br />ok sometimes it turns a bit into nightmar-ish dream kind of thing where fear and frozeness take over<br />but even then!<br /><br />i watch myself being in that state<br />i seem to identify less to whatever emotion turns up<br />there seems to be more fluidity<br />in the relationship to myself and to others<br /><br />i experienced something beautiful today<br />when an well known kind of anger and rage submerged me for a while because X asked me to do something that I thought was ridiculous in terms of wasted time and ressources<br />but then for some reason, I actually got out of it and focussed on how to change X's idea, in a creative way rather than the bull's way<br /><br />and it kind of worked!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />we met in the middle and although I wasn't too happy to feel that I was wasting time, the rage had just gone!<br /><br />Clairem this is unheard of.<br />Well done (gentle tap on the shoulder and the back)clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-57764299303002516522009-02-01T21:20:00.003+00:002009-02-01T21:55:55.240+00:00cold bloodjanuary 2009 is over and done with<br />already!!!<br /><br />and what a month it's been!<br />adjusting to a new boss<br />and new methods of working<br />taking in a new training<br />and a new weekly schedule<br />sticking to my new resolution<br />and listening to my body<br /><br />recording a few big dreams<br />feeling my well guarded borders<br />that don't let anyone in<br />watching the crocus blossom<br />and the snow fall silently on cold ground<br /><br />I've grown his month<br />I've not been kicked out of the garden of Eden<br />No, this time<br />I've kicked myself out<br />of a false comfort zone<br /><br />Yes, outside it is terrifying<br />but this is where real life is<br />and i will now live in it<br />in the world of warm bloodclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-58907798829492215692009-01-26T23:25:00.002+00:002009-01-26T23:33:29.736+00:00dancing insidedancing with no desire to be there<br />dancing with fear creeping in<br />dancing with my inner child<br />without trying to get him out<br />staying with him<br />however unconfortable<br />experiencing his terror<br />frozenness<br />disabilities<br />and tremor<br /><br />dancing with the feet<br />when they cramp, get stiff<br />when the toes get blocked<br />and the ankles tire<br />staying with them<br />however uncomfortable<br />experiencing the tries<br />misses<br />and tries<br /><br />I am gratefulclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-17342107326651771882009-01-19T21:14:00.002+00:002009-01-19T21:32:05.887+00:00water, water, waterA couple of months ago, on a Sunday afternoon, on the spur of the moment I went to the local (still unknown to me) Spa to look at the time passing by in the jacuzzi, the sauna, at the cafe table with a fruit juice. At least it as the idea...<br />Instead I ended up in a basement with a badly lit swimming pool and no cafe, no table, no fruit juice. So I swam for a while and wowwwww<br /><br />the contact of the water on the skin was pure bliss, the small currents created by the movements of my arms or that or another swimmer I was passing by... there was just an immense pleasure at being in the water! THere was also a great surprised as I haven't enjoyed swimming in the last few years... <br />Then I remembered how much I loved the water as I was younger, whether pool, sea, lake, river, bath, whether cold or warm...<br />Then I remembered how much I love my morning shower (even if I don't spend as much time as I'd like as I can't get up in the morning...) not so much to wake up but mostly to be under the running water<br /><br />Then I realised that i was enjoying it on that evening because I hadn't come to do some exercise, to swim for however long in minutes or meters. No, I had come to have a good and relaxing time! It made all the difference in the world!<br /><br />And so I promised myself I'd go again - not in that same place though. To night, I'm back from the pool where people go to exercise, lots of people after work... I got in the slow lane and it took some constant awareness to get back to feeling the water on my skin, rather than being impatient because the person in front is slower than me. On those moments though I simply loved it - again.<br /><br />I am pisces and I love water. It is in constant movement, sound... It is alive and it transmits this life to me when I take the time.<br /><br />I am so grateful that it's found me again!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-88267414539832868052009-01-03T12:25:00.002+00:002009-01-03T12:29:43.322+00:00grandirparmi les quelques résolutions, celle de grandir - enfin!?!<br /> non par la force des choses<br /> consciemment, motivée et résolue<br /> intellectuellement bien-sûr mais aussi<br /> dans le ressenti, le coeur et le corps<br /> lui que je souhaite respecter et<br /> que je sabote, encore et encore<br />parce que je refuse de grandir!<br /><br />2008, année pleine s'il en fut!!<br />2009, aurai-je juste un peu de temps pour m'ennuyer?clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-33369108093357752792009-01-03T12:17:00.002+00:002009-01-03T12:24:56.696+00:00bonne année 2009qu'elle soit belle, douce, créative et vous aide à avancer sur ce chemin qui est le vôtre!<br />tous mes voeux pour le neuf!clairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25659200.post-38046343696959614892008-12-30T22:16:00.002+00:002008-12-30T22:29:55.807+00:00Revenir sur terrese trouver dans des situations qui se répètent et<br />éviter de simplement répéter l'histoire<br /><br />se heurter à des situations historiques et<br />éviter de simplement réagir aveuglément<br /><br />se frotter à des situations aveuglantes et<br />éviter de simplement y perdre son latin<br /><br />parce que ça se passe que dans les rêves<br />parce qu'on a pas les pieds sur terre<br />parce que quand on retombe ça fait encore plus mal<br /><br />s'attendre à des situations inexistantes et<br />éviter d'y laisser des plumes<br /><br />les efforts à renouveler sans cesse pour<br />s'interdirent de vendre la peau de l'ours avant de l'avoir tué<br />et rester les pieds sur terreclairemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297921197095114795noreply@blogger.com0